Lance hiked up the little grassy hill and looked around at the green field. No one else was there; he supposed that Hurley's game must have gotten old, fast. Well, he still enjoyed it. He picked up a rusty golf club and gave it a swing. He enjoyed it very much. Taking out a golf ball and a tee, he set up the game for himself, and then set himself, club in perfect angles to the hole, and readied his swing.

He took a swing, and the ball popped up in the air, landing with a dull thunk three feet away. He sighed. Today was going to be a slow day.