When he awoke that following morning the rain had stopped but it was still cloudy; an overcast covered the sky. He opened his eyes and laid on his side and looked out at the beautifully green country side. His first thought was remembering what it was like to wake up behind his wife with his arm around her stomach. The comforting warmth. The rythmic movements of her body as she inhaled and exhaled. The peacefulness, the comfort, the serenity, he knew it was special then and he was afraid of loosing it. Now, here he was; that kind of comfort was gone. He wondered if he would ever feel that again in his life or was he just destined to continue this journey in the rain.

There didn't seem to be as many rocks on the path this morning. He started back down what appeared to be the path. And then he thought of the girl. What had happened to her? As he walked he kept looking around and hoping.