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Tim's seen the playground before. More than once even. Hell, he's even sat on a swing once or twice and wandered up the slide. Stretched out on the floor of the little merry-go-round thing. It's one of the few places on the island that actually reminds him a little of home, of every little playground in every park he'd ever been to back home.
Some of the memories it brings back are more innocent than others, that's for sure.
Today, he's wandering toward it with no real intent, a five-year old issue of Sports Illustrated folded up and tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. Much like every other day, it's nice out, the sky clear and sun warm, the breeze salty and cool. Nothing like Dillon.
There's one thing that seems a little weird, though, and that's the distinct sound of something... melodic. Coming from the playground. It doesn't sound like a stereo of any kind and Tim's brow furrows as he notices a girl perched on one of the swings.
Singing.
Not just any kind of singing, but... well, Tim's not sure he really knows how to describe it. But, she's cute and he's content to just watch her for a minute. Or two. Or... three.
When she shows no sign of stopping, Tim finally clears his throat and steps closer. "You got a back-up track or somethin'?" he asks her, a slight grin tugging his lips.
Some of the memories it brings back are more innocent than others, that's for sure.
Today, he's wandering toward it with no real intent, a five-year old issue of Sports Illustrated folded up and tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. Much like every other day, it's nice out, the sky clear and sun warm, the breeze salty and cool. Nothing like Dillon.
There's one thing that seems a little weird, though, and that's the distinct sound of something... melodic. Coming from the playground. It doesn't sound like a stereo of any kind and Tim's brow furrows as he notices a girl perched on one of the swings.
Singing.
Not just any kind of singing, but... well, Tim's not sure he really knows how to describe it. But, she's cute and he's content to just watch her for a minute. Or two. Or... three.
When she shows no sign of stopping, Tim finally clears his throat and steps closer. "You got a back-up track or somethin'?" he asks her, a slight grin tugging his lips.