Isla kind of wanted to ice skate, but she kind of didn't want to ice skate either. There was a part of her that was slowly getting over what had happened to them and was wanting to have a little fun. She was good at ice skating, and she'd already even found a pair of skates that fit her. She had taken them off, though, and had put back on her winter boots.

She sat down on her favorite rock, which was remarkably not soaking wet and covered in ice, and she looked out at at the lake. It was a shame that everything was so pretty right now, and they had so much to worry about. She couldn't even appreciate all the wonders of the world right now, because...well, the world was gone.

Without realizing she had done it, Isla had removed her winter boots again and had begin lacing up the ice skates. Was it okay to have fun? Just a little? Was it okay to smile and laugh and hope good things for the future?