Part II: Crossing
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	To Steph's suprise, the boat did actually remain afloat, so he
continued to sail across the water. Steph loked towards the opposite side
and saw it coming closer slowly. But it seemed to be further away than he'd
first thought. After a couple of hours, he stopped rowing for a few minutes
and started to think about what he wa sdoing. After all, he'd seen no life
apart from the stranger who had appeared briefly. Again he wondered if he
was dreaming.
	"Ouch!"
	No...he wasn't. Noone can dream pinching themselves that hard and
get away with it. He looked down into the water. It must have been 50 feet
to the floor, but where had all the fish gone?

	It was lonely out on that lake. Steph had half a mind to turn back
and return to familier surroundings. The uncertainty of what was going on
was too much to bear. But the curiousity of what was going on kept him
forging ahead. Steph took the oars again and continued to the other side. He
wondered if talking himself was a sign of madness? He didn't know. All he
did know though was the silence was soon going to drive him to insanity. No
sound came from nature. It was as if she had turned her back on the world,
or at least this fjord. The only sounds were coming from the oars. For no
reason at all, a feeling of loneliness covered him as a cloud would cover a
mountain. Steph knew that he was close to going over the edge. He was at the
top of the mountain and escaping the feeling seemed a very real possibility.
	"In, pull, out, push...in, pull, out push..."
	Steph tried to keep his mind on the task at hand. Giving himself
instructions was a definate start. Looking towards the bank, he could see he
was nearly there. Only another few minutes and he'd be at the bank. He
started to row with vigour. All he hoped is that the row was worth it.

PT2 --> END