<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>"North sounds good.  I'd been traveling North-East for a while.  We'll travel north, until we reach the sea."<br/>Terrence marveled at the thought of the sea, he hadn't seen the ocean with his own eyes save for books, magazines and films.<br/>But he dreaded to think the beauty captured on camera would never be replicated by the dead-pools that connected country to country.<br/>Probably littered with bobbing corpses and black with the rage of the aftermath of the world. <br/>Those hard lines etched themselves upon Terrence's face again, as they seemed to so regularly do.<br/><br/>He didn't eat much that morning, he found he wasn't too hungry, he just sat, waiting for Sara to finish her meal.<br/>His expression didn't change.</div></blockquote>