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[sommer_tobi]

He didn't know what compelled him to try. It wasn't really bravery or a sudden spark of courage or anything like that. Maybe it was a need to make things right again, to fix whatever it was that had come between the two of them, a need to prove that he could be as good as Sandra. Whatever that meant

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[jdick]

After dealing with Beth, Joe had decided to walk along the beach, wanting to leave all that shit behind, wanting to get in some time alone, have a bit of solitude, but it just figured that that wasn't going to happen. There was some kid in the water calling out to him and he lifted his gaze, squinting at him.

"Hello?" he called back dryly, not looking all that impressed. Not that it was the kid's fault he was disrupting Joe, he looked like he was kind of new.

[sommer_tobi]

There was something in the man's tone that didn't settle too well with Tobi and his frown deepened, his step faltering as he continued toward shore. Later, he may reason that his apprehension had a lot to do with suddenly having no clue where he was, but in that moment, there wasn't too much room for logic.

"Hallo?" he repeated, trying to make his voice sound a little more sure. "Was ist dieses?"

[jdick]

The accent reminded Joe of the kid he'd greeted not too long ago, the kid he'd met when he'd been all fucked up from the magic. 'Course, that didn't really mean anything.

"An island," Joe offered. And why the fuck did he get stuck greeting people? "Are you new?"

[sommer_tobi]

"New?" Tobi repeated, seemingly mulling over the word, translating and figuring it all out, his brows creased as he stopped in the water, waves around his waist. New where? To what? And what did the man mean by island?

His frown deepened, mind whirling with possibilities and explanations, none of which really made much sense. "Wo bin--" he stopped himself with a stutter and tried again. "Where am I?"

[irish_airman]

Danny wasn't up to much, these days. He seemed to be spending a lot of time playing rugby and screwing around, staying up late and sleeping in. Today wasn't a different story, he was just thinking about tracking Clay down at the piano and tucking his fingers under his collar and taking it from there.

At least...at least up until there was suddenly a figure dog paddling out in the ocean where Danny was certain there wasn't one before.

Barefoot, he went down to the surf, hands on his hips and looking out.

"Hey," he called, "You alright out there?"

[sommer_tobi]

Tobi made a startled sound at the voice, recognizing the English and becoming suddenly even more confused. He didn't stop moving though, his feet finally finding wet sand, smoother than what he remembered it feeling like before.

What was this place?

"Ja-- yes," he replied, his voice still shaky as he slowly started to make his way up to the shore. It probably wasn't true, though. He really didn't feel very okay.

[irish_airman]

Danny gave the guy a grin, recognizing the accent and filing it away.

"What happened?" he asked, giving him a concerned look, eyes raking over the kid. He couldn't be much more than a teenager, which didn't necessarily make him all that much younger than Danny himself.

"Swim too far out?"

[sommer_tobi]

Luckily, English was one of those subjects Tobi had always paid attention to, so it wasn't too difficult to get the general idea of what the man was saying. Though, for all that he was comprehending the words, it still didn't make a lot of actual sense.

Swallowing, he shook his head, a stilted movement as he walked up closer, arms held close to his body, like he was trying to protect himself, but didn't know quite how.

"I was-- not here," he said, stumbling over the words. He had no idea how to explain what was going on.