Zell looked at the vast ocean and sighed at the sheer magnitude of it all. "A single golden fish in all of this?" He said to himself. He sat down at the end of the path and picked up the fishing rod. He then affixed some of the tackle to it as bait. He smiled as he cast out his lure.
As Gary he had spent his off-time fishing. Aside from his family it was the one thing that always brought him joy. As he sat there and fished, the joy of all those past fishing trips flooded his brain and a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He remembered the times when his son was a child and the two of them went camping at the river. He remembered the joy he felt as his son pulled in his first fish.
