Marian smiled. "Always one to stay up late." she murmmered, things never changed.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

He shrugged a little, her words confusing him, and stood up. "Um... I don't really know where you're supposed to stay..." He glanced around at the tents posted around the clearing.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian stood up. "I can sleep anywhere." She said before adding mentally. 'You used to tease me about it.'

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

"Well the, pick a tree, any tree," he joked before wandering off to his tent.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian nodded and went to a tree that had moss at the base and laid down to sleep.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Maxelle disappeared to his tent and fell asleep soon after laying down. His sleep was troubled, though - he drempt of singing and of a girl who's face was shadowed from him. He chased phantoms throughout the night in through the shadowy corridors of his mind until morning, when he woke in a cold sweat.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian woke the next morning, she had a somewhat peaceful night, the first since she had been told about Maxelle's fate. She got up and stretched, waiting to see what would happen."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Max emerged from his tent, shirt slung over his bare shoulder as he wandered across camp towards the forest's edge, where the stream lay beyond. Despite the fact that he had slept the night through, his face was tired and haunted, as though he hadn't slept in weeks.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian saw max and blushed as she saw he was shirtless, even though she had seen him with out a shirt before.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

He caught her stare out of the corner of his eye and blushed inwardly. "Morning," he said awkwardly.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian smiled. "Morning." she said and went to the stream, to wash her face of, and her shoulder, one bore a scare on both sides.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Max stared at the scar a moment quizzically, moving further down the stream. He waded out to the center of the river and ducked down under the clear flow of the water. After a moment, he reemerged, dripping wet. He stood there, staring at his reflection in the water around him.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian finished washing her self off before sitting at the waters edge enjoing the sound of nature.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Still Max stared at the water, seemingly haunted by his own reflection. His eyes narrowed, images coming back to him in flashes.... Fighting and a yell... water.... swirling, turning red... sharp pain... blackness...
A small groan escaped his lips.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian looked at the water, and a thought came to her, was this the same river that Max had forgoten her in?

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Max's green eyes grew slowly wider as the dreams from last night came back to him, running through his brain. He tried to push them aside, but they kept coming back. In his mind's eye, he could see a face... It was the face of the woman who'd haunted his dreams, who's face had once been masked by shadows, but now... it was clear....
His back was turned to Marian as he stood there in the river, the water rushing around his waist. The confusion and puzzlement slowly fading from his face, a single word left his lips, so soft that it was barely audible. "M-Marian?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~