Calum laid awake for another couple of hours, his mind running away from him with thoughts of what Ali must be doing right now considering it was around midday in her part of the world. He thought of her sitting under the old Oak tree in her back yard, reading the same damn book she had refused to put down the week before his leaving. She'd be sat in the cast shade of the branches above her figure, small flecks of light dotting her fair skin. Her emerald eyes seemingly grazing each inked word yet her mind taking in every ounce of description; painting a picture in her mind. Then he imagined her dog Cosmo, the large German Shepard laid asleep beside her with his head rested on her lap. Her mother glancing at the pair through the bay window in the kitchen as she prepared lunch and her father watching the afternoon news that he was sure to see again when six o'clock rolled around. He missed her. Without a doubt in his, or any others mind; he missed her. Or In which Calum and Alison cant seem to figure out where they stand.