"I think we are free and clear Peg, no feelings of anything else but us and the boys. You want to stay here or head on back?" Craig asked as he let the Irakka slide to standing in the gentle surf. The tide was out and the water was warm against the skin. Gulls hung in the air, drifting on thermals and they spied the beach looking for lunch. He felt the sun on his face, the life force of the surrounding area, and the simple calm that was in the area.<br/><br/>He didn't tense, but he was aware. The calm always made him think. Too many years and an EMT, too many times there was a calm before action, before chaos came and ran amok in the simple world he had. In a way he expected it, in another he dreaded it. Now, with Peg here, he was unsure. He felt that little left the young woman in a state of calm.<br/><br/>"Might go back to the apartment and see what we can get into?" he offered as a potential plan for the afternoon. Time alone to speak, to talk, to try and understand. To make phone calls and ask questions about a past that was right under the surface, and threatening to come out.