54. Missing Piece

The cliffs are really tall here. I got a little woozy when we stood on the edge because there’s no barrier. We moved farther inland to set up camp for the night. Technically, I think it’s illegal to stay out there after sundown, but I said I’d take the blame if we got arrested.

I’d bought a tent before we’d left the city. I took it upon myself to assemble it, which failed because there was a piece missing. Thank God for Burbank. He’s a MacGyver! He used a stick and some cellotape to prop the back end of the tent up.

We all slept in the tent, me between Lenore and Burbank. Contrary to the weather report, it rained that night. It rained so hard, I woke up in a puddle of water. The tent had collapsed and I thought I was drowning.

“Help! Help!” I screamed before Burbank started shaking me and I remembered where I was. But where was Lenore?

Burbank and I escaped the madness of the tent only to find we’d floated to the edge of the cliff! Five more minutes of sleeping and we’d have been over the edge. In the darkness, I stumbled toward the edge, but Burbank caught my wrist and pulled me to safety. He saved my life again! I must keep a running tally. Perhaps I can compensate him for his heroics at the end of the tour.

We watched the tent float off the cliff and into the ocean. “Lenore!” I started yelling above the rain, but I didn’t hear a response.

Burbank suggested we go back to the car to get a torch. That’s where we found Lenore asleep in the back seat, having moved hours ago due to my snoring.