It was a beautiful day. The afternoon after teaching all day was a blessed, blessed time for Paul Myers. With a glass of lemon water in hand, Paul was sprawled out among the flowers, his dog lying beside him as he scribbled a letter to Milton about his first few days back.

But he had fallen asleep. The weather was so nice...the sun was kissing his skin so gently, and the warm weather had made the man SOOOOO sleepy. A gentle, picturesque breeze blanketed him.

Where was a student with a sharpie? Now was the perfect opportunity.