Harold continued to stare into the fire; every now and then he thought he could see a face staring back at him.  A rough, craggy face; one that could definitely not be confused with being handsome.  It almost seemed as if the face was staring back at him before it would disappear.  Just a trick of the light messing with his exhausted mind; that's what he convinced himself it was.<br/><br/>As he took another sip of his coke, a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and when he looked up, he watched as a girl walked through the campfire area.  No, not a girl.  Calling the vision that passed by a girl would be like calling the ocean a puddle, or the Sahara desert a child's sandbox.  And when she turned to look at him, graced him with a smile, he found himself pushing himself to his feet.  His goblet slipped out of his hand to fall onto the grass, forgotten as he began to follow her.  He couldn't explain it, but he wanted to learn her name, and find out everything there was to know about her.