Michelle was quiet as she walked through the trees, skates on her shoulder and searching for the spot one of the locals had mentioned a few nights earlier. She found the lake soon enough, a large, frozen thing. Clearly it was popular for some people, since the thin parts of the ice had been carefully marked off, but it was gloriously empty for the time being. She sat on a bench nearby, tying on her skates and moving carefully over the ice. It had been a long time since she had skated, but it felt peaceful to be back on the ice. She moved over the ice, skating gracefully and moving her body as she had learned in her ballet classes, lithe and beautiful. She was so engrossed in her movements that she didn’t even hear the person approach, didn’t even see them until she almost ran straight into them, falling straight onto her ass as she did. “Fuck,” She hissed, not even bothering to stand.