It was time for sleep but even soon that time went away. He was scared of things... scared. Roughed. It was during the time dinner came that he finally shut down. Hiding under the table rocking himself. Whimpering like a child... when his eyes opened and had a much... darker look. As Kate looked under the table he was gone. Rushed from the tent under silence. Standing now, by the brook. A stone, flat and smooth in his hand as he stood watching the water. Eyes half lidded as the gentle winds flowed trhough him. Skipping the stones as he kept silent. Kate probably wondered where they were...<br/><br/>"In the winds time flows<br/>off the shore in the distance<br/>riding high upon the wings<br/>gliding over the seas<br/><br/>breath of wind<br/>breath of wind<br/><br/>sail me over the seas<br/>sail me through the skies<br/><br/>breath of wind<br/>breath of wind<br/><br/>In the winds time flows<br/>off the shore in the distance<br/>riding high upon the wings<br/>gliding over the seas"<br/><br/>a soft song seemed to be muttered as he stood there skipping stones. Humming to himself the rest of the bars. The night was rather calming here.