ship in a bottle

SAMUEL

Do you remember what you said to me?
'Cause we lost track of time

Sam had always been a fan of walks, valuing the chance to be on his own and think; since returning to the Grounds he had done little but set off on short hikes across the Woodlands and Outskirts. It was hard to stay in Sanctuary or in his shop, the familiar places reminding him too much of his lost attempt at relocation to Torchline and how it had all failed, how he had failed.

Some grim part of his mind also thought he should walk now, while he had the chance; if he were jailed for his crime later, he worried he'd find he regretted not using his freedom while he had it.

Going nowhere in particular he followed a winding gravel road between fields, looking up at the dusk sky. Two years ago he had been here, on this kind of walk; things had been so different then, the issues so small compared to what occupied his mind now. Remi and their romantic tryst and associated problems, fears that others simply 'didn't like' him; certainly no fears of being convicted for murder.

Deciding to rest (and clear his mind of doom) he went to sit on a short wall besides the road, hands in his pockets, and watch the last embers of the sunset turn to stars.

Yeah, we lost track of time
You always let me down so tenderly