The two of you sat around a small campfire, the flames flickering and crackling softly in the night air. You and Ziggy had gone on a camping trip by yourselves, wanting to escape the hustle and bustle of the other kids for a while. As you sat together in companionable silence, Ziggy reached over and tossed a twig into the fire, watching the way it burst into a mini-explosion of sparks. The night was still and peaceful, and the only sound was the distant hoot of an owl somewhere in the distance.