What’s left at the picnic table is a few neatly wrapped boxes of prepared meals, some smelling of freshly cooked veal. The carcass had been done away with, as had Wilke… In the dense brush he disappeared, perhaps wherever Alyster had also gone away to: his room of his old clothes now tidied and clear of any life.
Along the edge of the shoreline, clear and calm, the atmosphere seemed to tremble. The strong, green leaves hanging down from the trees began to crumple and twist on their own. Suddenly: a pop in the air itself and two shapes morphed in the open space. A man and woman with their arms wrapped around the others back. The man was an average height, with messy sandy-blonde locks of hair and pale hazel eyes and a tan. The woman, with long wavy black hair and dark brown eyes, with more olive-toned skin. The two looked young, around their twenties.
“Dirk!” She gasped, astounded by the lakeside - dancing across the sand in her airy dress.
“I told you it was beautiful!” The man, assumably named Dirk replied with a smile. He reached down and took off his sandles, running into the shallow beach. He took only a moment to look around, noticing several people enjoying the camp side with them, “Look, we’ve even got guests!”