All right there, mate?' Clark jumped and turned round. He straightened up and looked at Billy, recognition taking a few seconds. Billy's hair was shorter now, and his face was tanned. 'Christ, you startled me,' he said. 'What have you got there?' Clark held up the jar by a piece of tatty string. 'Sticklebacks!' For a moment his blue eyes shone with excitement, then they clouded over. He ran a wet hand through his red hair and swept it off his face. His freckles were more pronounced than usual, and for a moment Billy saw him as an eleven-year-old again. He felt his throat constrict, which made his next sentence a strangled croak. 'We had fun, didn't we, Clark?' Clark snorted and set the jar of fish down on a large stone. He waded out of the water and sat down heavily on the bank. Billy edged closer and then tentatively sat down next to him. 'Don't get too comfortable,' said Clark. 'Look, Clark. Can't we be friends again?' 'Can't we be friends again?' mimicked Clark. 'We're not in the school playground now, Billy.' 'Why did you come here?' asked Billy. Clark thought for a moment. 'To reflect.' He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a brown envelope. 'Here,' he said, thrusting it into Billy's hands. Billy opened the envelope and stared at the contents. 'You've been called up?' 'Military training,' explained Clark. Billy knew it was only a matter of time. Since Parliament had passed the Act in April, all men aged twenty and twenty-one were required to undertake six months' military training. He didn't know what to say. 'Clark, look ...' He passed the envelope back. 'How's Chrissie?' asked Clark, looking Billy directly in the eye. Billy was taken by surprise at the sudden mention of her name and picked at a blade of grass. 'She's fine, thanks. In fact she's with me now, over there.' Clark looked in the direction of Billy's finger and Chrissie slid out sheepishly from behind a tree.