They were on the old bridge, admiring the ruins of a long forgotten castle, when they noticed a noise in front of them. Water was surrounding the castle and as it flowed, the castle itself seemed to come alive before their eyes.
The bridge they were traveling on lengthened and the part nearest the castle became a drawbridge. The castle rejuvenated into fresh stonework and the crumbling structure was gone. The brown, dry grasses and trees became vibrant green and flowers sprung up in the field.
As this took place their clothes were mysteriously adapted to medieval attire. They looked at each other in shocked admiration. Both spoke in unison. “This is what I call a vacation!”