The sound of neat footsteps followed him, his resolute face bathed in the beautiful sunlight of the bronze mountain, his lips pursed, eyes focused on the front. Patrick followed him, looking at his back, slightly thoughtful.

When Emma woke up, the sun was already rising high, she wanted to jumped up from the bed but because of excessive force, she hurt the calf that did not get better at all yesterday.

"Ah!" She wailed, scaring Megan who heard the sound from outside and rushed in.

"Miss Emma, what's wrong with you?" Megan looked at her in panic.

"Nothing, Megan, I just forgot that I hurt my calf yesterday!" Emma giggled...