By the Beach, Friday, August 20, 2021

Steve had finished up at paintball and decided to take the long way home. Strange dreams seemed to have been going around--he hadn't mentioned it to Danny or anything--and his had left him twitchy and restless. A trip to the water always calmed him down and he could feel his spirit settling just from the sound of the crashing waves, even if they weren't as impressive as the ones he saw from the beach at his house at home.

He took his shoes off so that he could walk along with his feet in the surf, and froze when his casual glance to the porg condo that had become of the chairs that had appeared with him from Hawai'i had someone sitting in them.

"Holy shit."