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He'd gone to the lake to fish. Fishing, he thought, would take his mind off of the fact that the season was changing, and so with it, was the opportunity to be sure he'd have time to visit his home. He'd rented a fishing pole from a nearby shop along with buying some bait, and arriving at the lake- he sighed. He was a hunter, not a fisher. Fishing took hour, hunting took- well it also took hours but at least he was moving.

Ten minutes into fishing-

Frost hadn't even felt a nibble. But, he had seen bubbles. Lots of bubbles. Leaning down over the dock he set his face next to the water, staring at the surface, wondering is maybe, just maybe, he could just swim and catch one. That would count as fishing right?

And that was how Frost was left, staring at the lake, glaring at it's surface while his mind held this very important debate.