Chapter 2-
Cloud gazed up at the mountain range, took a deep breath, and said to himself, "I'm really going to miss Icicle Inn's beds!" And with one more breath, he set off on his journey.
It was only eight o' clock in the morning. He figured he could make it over the mountain in about twelve hours.
The farther he walked, the smaller the inn got. In almost ten minutes it had already vanished. Cloud's mind had formed a picture of the inn colliding with the horizon, then, slowly, they became one.
He'd set up camp as soon as he got over the mountain. The campsite would be ten yards away from the mountain. Cloud never was good at sleeping on an incline.