"There definitely wasn't a park here before!" Clay announces, stating the obvious.
"I thought we had already established that," you reply, a bit shortly. Sleep wasn't restful last night, your subconscious filling your dreams with worry about your changes. At least no new changes have shown up and the sky is nearly cloudless.
Clay is standing at the gates to the park, staring.
"No, I mean I KNOW there wasn't a park here before," he explains, gesturing toward the gates. "I remember this section of street from when I was a freshman in college. I was dating an art major, and she dragged me all the way out here to look at this mural on a wall of some old store. THIS mural! Except when we studied it, it was a mural-- painted on an old brick wall and in need of touching up. I think she planned on doing the touch up as some sort of extra credit project. She started seeing some other art student and I met another girl in one of my classes, so I don't know if she every did get back here."
He looks again at the park-- old trees with their leaves fluttering in a breeze, grass swaying, sunlight falling on the paths.
"If she did, she did one hell of a touch up job!" he says quietly.
"I'll say!" agrees Lee, looking as if she is having second thoughts. She turns to you. "So, where do we go from here?"
After a few false starts, you find the path you took in the woods. Once again, the forest seems far too deep for a city park. They are more like a slice of some national park, out in the middle of nowhere. The world falls silent around you, the only sounds being your footsteps and breathing. Almost as if the woods are holding their breath.
The three of you step over a large fallen branch, and shortly thereafter you arrive at the lake. The water sparkles pure and inviting in the warm sunny air.
"So...," Clay breaths quietly. "Now what?"