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John is swimming, and Donna is lazing on the balcony in the evening light, wearing one of John's shirts over her yellow bikini. The shirt is far too big for her, but this doesn't seem to bother her. The laptop is next to her -- she was checking her email, vaguely looking at what's going on in the nexus. Glass of wine in one hand, she closes her eyes and thinks about going home.