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[key_youth_bert]

It's near dusk, the last daylight fading from the sky.

Cuthbert's stretched out on one of the flat rocks by the lakeshore--on the other side of the lake from the greenhouse.

There's a cigarette in one hand, half burned down.

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[sai_delgado]

There's a narrow trail on the far side of a lake, not quite suitable for a horse. Just a little one, down by the water's edge.

Susan's walking along it, the breeze over the water stirring her long hair as she follows the shore's gentle curve.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert turns his head as motion catches his eye, and spots her.

He watches her silently for a moment, then lifts one hand in a wave.

[sai_delgado]

She waves back as she draws closer, and leaves the path in order to join him by the water.

"Hey, 'Bert."

[key_youth_bert]

"Susan."

Cuthbert doesn't sit up, but he holds out his free hand to her, and there's enough room on the rock for two.