The wind blew through the trees, causing Seamus to shiver. He had not even noticed that it was nearing supper time. They had been talking for nearly five hours. Meg was sitting next to him, blabbering on about something. He hadn’t really been paying attention the last fifteen or twenty minutes. He was watching the little ducklings that were trying to stay afloat in the river.

“’Night, Seamus,” she said, sounding as though she was already half-asleep. He smiled as he ran his fingers through her chocolate curls. He could feel her body cuddling closer against his and his grin grew even wider. He fell into a deep sleep for the first time in a week.