Like picnics? Love tables? Then this is the spot for you!

::Luke sits at the picnic table, eating a sandwich and drinking a beer. He looks at the sea, admiring the crashing waves.::

(What are you going to do with yourself, Luke?)

"I don't know what the hell's with my powers lately. I haven't been able to use them since I died. I wonder if that has anything to do with it..."

::Deciding to practice his power, Luke stands up from the picnic table, still holding his beer bottle.::

"If I can clone myself and my clothes, I wonder if I could do the same with things that I'm holding."

::Trying to summon Lorenzo, Luke also concentrates on copying the beer bottle in the clone's hand as well. He closes his eyes, hoping that it'll work this time.::

(Clone and bottle...clone and bottle...)

::Seeing as his power still wasn't working, Luke sighs and walks to the cemetery with his sword.::