10 A.M — Sunday . The car bumped along the dirt path as the lake came into view, its still waters glinting under the light. Ross was sprawled in the backseat, his beanie pulled low over his eyes. He peeked out from under it as you shifted beside him. "Finally got out of your zoned out state," he said, his tone somewhat monotone, yet almost teasing. "Mom and dad have been debating about the 'perfect fishing spot' for the past ten minutes."