Craig took off after Peg, a simple joy in the explosion of energy, a freedom in the chase after her. His feet sent short sheets of salt water splashing as he ran along the edge of the surf. His footprints dug shallow into the sand only to be covered and erased as the tide pushed across the sand before pulling out.<br/><br/>he knew the seriousness of their situation, the trouble and challenges they both faced. They came from different cultures, but it was more than this. Both were gifted with powers beyond the normal expectations of the world. Both of them were descendants of great lines, great heritages of a hidden history that others would simply not understand.<br/><br/>Craig pushed on, after Peg, letting the brine in the air fill his lungs with a scent of life. And for a moment, he was no longer running along the beach in Newport. The air grew colder, the scent of the background changed and the saltwater air was different. The sky was Gray with only the hint of sun diffused by clouds overhead. he ran, his lung burning as he did so, he could not longer tell if it was pleasure the drove him forward. He pushed, harder, a body not completely his own straining at limits he knew he could maintain for far longer. Shouts sounded out and he stumbled.<br/><br/>This vision through his balance off and Craig tumbled hard, falling and twisting into the surf, sending up sand and water in his wake until he came to a sitting point. The wet mire of sand dripped from his arms and face as he shook his head, trying to regain his place in the now.