Lorrie sat cross-legged while she meditated on the mountain peak. The cool moonlight shone down on her body, to beautiful effect. She was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
She snuggled up to Mike gently. Almost half of her body was leaning on him. Both of them looked very intimate.
Dawson rushed to the top of the mountain and pulled Mike away.
His action sent clothes flying, and branches and twigs fell onto the ground instead of a body.
It turns out that it wasn't Mike at all, but just his clothes worn on branches that had been piled up.
The look on the faces of Tobias and the rest shifted. What? How could this be?
"Lorrie, where's Mike?" Dawson's face was dark, a wave of anger coursing through his body. He had been fooled!
"He misses his home," Lor
