This group is scattered to the four corners of the town. I have endeavored to follow Harry and work with him, but the rest of our party is... I can't tell what they are doing. There has been so little communication between us. I can't say I blame them, we hardly know each other. I wonder if they could be hoarding all the good stories so as to get the best grade on this extra credit?
I grow bored with this dull town. The people are humble and spiteful. The sheriff had the nerve to lecture us before anyone had even thought of breaking any law. Perhaps I should ignore the people and look in other places for my story. Places like...
Angel's grin grows as he writes and remembers the dream he had the night before. Closing the notebook and pocketing it with his pen, he turns to Simon and Harry. "Perhaps we should go back to that garden behind the farmhouse? It's rather out of place and... well, some of us did dream about it last night. Maybe there's a story there?"