Morag rested her head against Ernie's shoulder as she thought about their situation. She continued to run her thumb over his hand as she stared at the lake. She wondered if there was away to get through this and have things end up the way they wanted it too.
"I don't see what the big deal is about being pure, there are so few of us left." She sighed and scooted a little closer to him.
"No neither of my parents have a journal. Perhaps we could tell one of yours?" She didn't know if the virus thing would work was that enough to decide that her parents didn't want her to marry Ernie?