"Only way to escape the inescapable," he lamented with a studious look over. "It's probably better to have real places that you've actually seen to escape to."

He knew what it was to want to escape a place and being stuck there, locked into a reality he couldn't fully control. Just like they were locked here - chattel for whatever the hell was toying with them.

"Love 'em. Can't decide if it's the sand or the sun or the clothing options or the way you can look out over it all and not see anything but endless sky.. Unobstructed, untainted by half dead willow and magnolia trees. Part of the reason I ended up in Miami, food aside. Too much Miami Vice and all I wanted was somethin' that was different from Georgia or Kentucky. I've been assigned a few different places - LA was the shortest though, I don't think I get along with that coast terribly well." He was one good summer away from turning into a beach bum.

"I actually like flipflops, ya know. Not just boots."