Hurry!” Ian called to a sleepy Julie. “We don’t have much time!” He shook her until she opened her eyes. Julie tried to rub the sleep from her eyes as she sat up in bed. “Are you all right, Ian? What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong. You promised to go, don’t you remember?” Ian asked patiently, as if to a child. “Go where?” Julie yawned and tried to focus on the eager face before her. “To Leddie’s Crag…for the sunrise! Don’t you remember?” he said with so much disappointment in his voice that Julie hastened to reassure him. “Of course I remember.” Julie stifled another yawn. “I stayed up too late reading last night. I’ll put the kettle on to boil, and get dressed. We’ll get there in time. Now scoot!” By the time Julie dressed and hurriedly ran a comb through her hair and tied it loosely with a ribbon, the water had boiled, the tea steeped, and she put it in a flask. Ian quickly took Julie by the hand and all but pulled her down the back stairs and out into the cold, damp dawning.
