"Leave it. It's so pretty on you," Grinned Tracey pulling down his wristand finger combing his bangs herself. "It's a precision cut and evenfiddling w...ith you really can't mess it up much anyway. Between theshaping and all the hairspray you can pretty much shake your head andit'll pop right back into place anyway." Fabulous?" groaned Jonah feeling exceedingly helpless noticing thepearl studs in his ears."It is right? I'm so glad we finally agree on something?" teased Traceykissing his cheek.. Dragging the junk with the blade (bulldozers don't float ... personal experience) while the Navy crew checked valves and pumps, Lance Corporal Jones was uncovering a treasure trove of old tools. Brass wrenches and hammers the likes of which were, in their day, as expensive as the proverbial 600 dollar toilet seat. These were pounced upon by grizzled Chiefs who had come to watch the fun. Uses were disclosed and debated and not a few tears were wiped from 'smoke filled' eyes.Eventually, people. I think to myself there is no way that this old man who is clearly in his late fifties could be carrying such a massive tool. It has to be something else. Curiosity gets the best of me and while he appears to be almost passed out I decided to make my move and see if that's what it is sticking up in his pants.I was practically shaking as my hand moved closer and closer to his Brown slacks. I couldn't believe it I was about to do. A small voice in my head was telling me no but a loud voice in my. However no matter how far he travelled, all he saw to the future was more path and nothingness. Feeling what seemed like a chill running up and down his spine, the boy whisked around, fearful of danger. He found himself to have set his eyes on a twisted path. The walkway he was on had been rotating, as one empties the water from a wet face washer, so that bits of path were now cascading down to the nothingness like water, and soon disappearing into the nothingness.With mystification consuming.