You were just getting a picnic ready, the basket set. You were now only packing the plates and sandwiches for the top. You stood up tall, the small motel you were in was a little dinky but with the plans you had set out for the day, you didn’t care about that in the least. You smiled at the picnic, checked to make sure you hadn’t gotten dirty in the process of making any of the food and proceeded outside. The packaged Hammer was inside under the bed, and for extra protection you locked the door tightly. The motel didn’t have any windows surprisingly enough, though under the circumstances it was probably best. You slipped the key in a pocket and set off for the light house. You realized before that you hadn’t set a place but you were sure that Steven would chose when you met up.
Sure enough, when you arrived at the lighthouse, Steven was laying in the grass, the breeze blowing across the grass and in turn unsettling