Didn't know where to post this, this section was my best guess. We were at the beach. The teacher held a little crab in his hand. He offered it to me. Normally I wouldn't, but because she was there, I took it. Another sign of how she was changing me. The crab walked a few steps on my palm, a light, tickling feeling. I offered it to her. I can't even remember if she took it or not. A few minutes later she and I were sitting on a rock at the beach. There was a dead starfish. I think she commented on it, and that that was why I picked it up. For some reason, I held it out to her, offering it to her like I had offered the crab. She said no. Silence. Then she said "oh, okay", and I handed it to her. That's it. Just a fragmented memory of a day during the best few weeks of my miserable life.