Abel was sweating a little and gasped after waking up from the dream. He was sitting on the bed with his head down. He got up from the bed and walked out of the house in the middle of the night. He walked near the ocean and stood on the extension made of wood to the water. He looked up at the stars and listened to the roar of the ocean. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Abel grabbed that person's hand and tripped him to the ground. He put his one knee on that man and made a fist in front of him.
"Bob," Abel said, looking at him.
Bob lay on the ground scared with his hands in front of his chest.
"What are you doing here?" Abel asked, standing up.
He stretched his hand for help and Bob stood up, cleaning his clothes.
"I saw you leaving the house," Bob said.
"By the way, are you trained in martial arts?"
"I don't know, I don't have any idea how I did that," Abel said, sitting with his legs hanging.
