I was part of a working crew up in the mountains back in the 40s, miles away from anyone under a huge tent in dark weather, but we were working on computers. And I was friends with a small boy who loved a local store that sold art about the area and drawings on the mountains.
I went with a walk with him while we were on break and somehow he disappeared so we had to send out a search party for him in the dark, and my boss was mad at me for losing him.
At one point I was looking in the old local hotel where the art shop was, and had decided rented a room so I could look at the drawings he liked, to see if there was any clues as to where he wandered off to. The room was definitely old and from the 40s, old bedposts and everything including the floor was creaky. The weather outside was drizzly, and it was cold. Suddenly the boy comes in my room, we sit on the bed and talk about the drawings, and then we both fell asleep to the rain outside.
