The silence of the bike ride into the forest leaves Sadie with her thoughts as the go; what would Ben say, what sort of questions would he ask her once he's crossed, how would he look at her? She gives Ben's midriff a small squeeze, comfort for her and comfort for him.

The place Ben has found for them is lovely, nice and secluded and, once they're stationary and Sadie is able to remove her earplugs, relaxing. Sadie's eyes drift closed for a moment as she just enjoys the sounds of the sea and the forest, "It's lovely here, Ben. I couldn't have picked a better spot."

As Ben starts to set up the shelter Sadie starts to lay out the less technical components of their picnic, shaking the blanket out into the correct spot and placing down the cooler and laying out the cups and thermos'. Ben's oblivious nervousness makes up Sadie's mind pretty quickly.

"I'll cross first," She offers softly, "I know you, the longer we leave it and the more trains of thought and possibility will jump into your head. Even Outside you will get distracted by it