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Alex wasn't having as much fun as he thought he should have been having. The day had started off all right. He'd woken up, freaked out, come to grips with it, fed his dog, then went to find some clothes. That was when the day got really good. It had taken some searching, but he'd actually found an outfit in the box almost exactly like the one he wore back in his days at space camp when he was a Young Pioneer. It fit, of course, and he spent a few hours just wearing it proudly, running around the beach with Pitti.
If anyone had asked him he would have told them that all he was just trying to give the poor dog some much needed exercise, glaring up at whoever it was and daring them to make it something other than what it may have looked like. And he most certainly hadn't spent the past few hours pretending to be a cosmonaut. There were no alien worlds to conquer, no secrets of the cosmos to explain, no strange technologies to play with. At least not that anyone else could see. For a time they'd been quite real in his head and he'd gone back to his old childhood fantasies easily. He hadn't had that much fun since before his father defected.
But all fun had to come to an end eventually and for Alex it happened rather abruptly, if rather simplistically. He'd gone tearing down the sand, tripped over a rock, tore his knee. The pain wouldn't have bothered him if he was an adult, but at this age it hurt. A lot. Alex collapsed down in the sand. He wasn't crying that hard anymore, but he still sniffled dejectedly, rubbing his face with his hands. He'd been on the island for over a year, he'd been a child for a few hours, and he missed his mother. He even wanted his long-absent father. He wanted to go home.
If anyone had asked him he would have told them that all he was just trying to give the poor dog some much needed exercise, glaring up at whoever it was and daring them to make it something other than what it may have looked like. And he most certainly hadn't spent the past few hours pretending to be a cosmonaut. There were no alien worlds to conquer, no secrets of the cosmos to explain, no strange technologies to play with. At least not that anyone else could see. For a time they'd been quite real in his head and he'd gone back to his old childhood fantasies easily. He hadn't had that much fun since before his father defected.
But all fun had to come to an end eventually and for Alex it happened rather abruptly, if rather simplistically. He'd gone tearing down the sand, tripped over a rock, tore his knee. The pain wouldn't have bothered him if he was an adult, but at this age it hurt. A lot. Alex collapsed down in the sand. He wasn't crying that hard anymore, but he still sniffled dejectedly, rubbing his face with his hands. He'd been on the island for over a year, he'd been a child for a few hours, and he missed his mother. He even wanted his long-absent father. He wanted to go home.