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face made me burst into laughter, and soon both of us were giggling contagiously.
     
                  In the meantime, Will had evidently set out to put his plan into motion. Reaching into the back of the SUV, he grabbed the duffle bag, walked to the back of the jeep and dropped the bag so that the rays of the taillights made it ever so visible in our dark surroundings. Then, he marched toward the tall, once-wind-powered structure and scaled the fence, as his buddies looked on from the outside.
     
                  “Turn your lights off, Jules, and grab your camera,” Will shouted to me. I was still sitting in the driver’s seat next to Rachel, still giggling at the sight of the three, severe-looking boys taking immediate charge of the still mysterious situation.
     
                  “When are you going to fill Rachel and me in on this little conspiracy of yours?” I shouted back to Will as I switched off my lights and then turned off the SUV.
     
                  Seconds went by with no answer, and soon it became painstakingly evident that my question had fallen into the Great Abyss. I looked at Rachel, and then, as if we both had simultaneously surrendered, I begrudgingly grabbed the camera from my center console, and we both pushed open each of our doors and slowly made our way to the boys, now standing on the opposite side of the fence, next to the base of the metal-framed tower.
     
                  “Okay, you ready?” Will’s friend asked, nudging Will’s arm.
     
                  “Almost,” Will said. He was staring at the duffle bag just barely visible in the moonlight behind the jeep as he answered .
     
                  “Ready for what?” I asked innocently.
     
                  We were just arriving with our so-called press materials when Will leapt back over the four-foot fence and darted toward the jeep again. I wanted to ask more questions, yet I suspected that they too would inevitably fall to the unforgiving ground beneath us. And at this point, I wasn’t even exactly sure if I wanted to know the answer anyway. Instead, I remained silent, resolving to figure the rest of the mystery out on my own, as my eyes followed Will’s path back to the jeep until he finally disappeared from my site.
     
                  “Boys, seriously, at least tell me how long this is going to take,” Rachel questioned impatiently. “I’m leaving for this trip to my grandmother’s tomorrow, and I haven’t packed yet – not like there’s anything to pack. It’s not like there’s going to be anything to do there or anyone to impress…”
     
                  “Rachel,” I whispered softly, elbowing her arm and interrupting what seemed like it was going to be an endless soliloquy.
     
                  I was staring at Will – or what had been Will moments ago.
     
                  In the moonlight, we all witnessed something straight out of the comic books. In spandex from head to toe, Will emerged from the darkness wearing a red and blue, webbed suit, complete with a spider-eyed mask. In seconds, Will had become none other than Spiderman.
     
                  “Will, what are you going to do,” I asked somewhat concerned, while trying to hold back wanting to laugh.
     
                  As I questioned Will, I watched the other two boys taking their positions on the other side of the fence. Spiderman too soon followed, easily swinging his long legs over the barricade and landing on the other side as well.
     
                  “Will Stephens! You are not climbing that windmill,” I scolded him as his scheme became more and more evident to me.
     
                  “Are you crazy, Jules? I’m not going to climb it,” he said with a crooked smile as he motioned to his friends.
     
                  The boys hoisted