The night passes, and day once again comes around. For Tsunami, he woke up in his hotel room, groggy from the night before. He'd stayed out late, talking for the longest time with Aella before they had, rather reluctantly, parted ways. He'd offered her to come over, but of course she refused, her words being 'if Ran-Ran found out she'd kill you Pinkie.' And, as much as he didn't want to accept that fact, he knew she was right. If Ran even found out that he'd been hanging out let alone talking to Aella for as long as he had been...that was something he did NOT want to go through. At least Aella said she'd be hanging around the city for a little while longer, so maybe they could hang out again sometime.<br/><br/>Laying in bed, he sighs softly, the sun warming his face. As his thoughts move from one topic to the next, he wondered about that guy he'd seen. For him, he had been there plain as day, but apparently Aella hadn't seen him walk past. He wondered why that was. The guy was leaving icy footprints for crying out loud, how could she have missed him?! But even when he'd brought it up to her later the past evening, she had just given him a strange look before poking him in the forehead, saying he was going delusional and should go to a doctor. Shaking his head, he sits up. Maybe the guy HAD just been a figment of his imagination...Not that he'd really want that to be the case though...<br/><br/>Rolling off the bed, he goes over to the window and looks out, opening it so that a breeze filtered through the room. Maybe he would see what Draco was up to. They'd parted the other day on a rather rough set of events, Ran having ranted at her. Stretching his arms above his head, he nods. Yes, that's what he'd do. Taking a glance at the sky, he knew that would be a better option, as it looked like it was going to rain, so he wouldn't be able to go surfing that morning. Turning away from the window, he begins to get dressed, wondering where he should start to look for her.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, back out on the grassy cliff, the young man with grey hair and eyes like the galaxy turned to ice lay on the grass, staring up at the cloudy sky. It was a bit windier that day then yesterday, but that didn't do anything for the heat. He yawns widely, stretching, having slept quite well. He normally did when it came to sleeping under the stars. The thought of the other evening and the fact that this place was going to be ruined came to mind, and he was a bit saddened by the fact that this would be the only time he would ever get to stay there. And it was such a good spot to see the stars!<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he gets to his feet, picking up the soccer ball that had been laying next to him and places it back into it's net bag, hanging it from his shoulder. Taking one last glance out over the water, which was churning and stirred up in anticipation for the upcoming storm, he turns away, making his way down the path through the wooded area back onto the cement sidewalk of the city. It was almost like a switch had been flipped, and his ears were automatically bombarded with noises. Cars honking, motors running, beeping of signs, construction machines. It made him wince slightly, but eventually gets used to it, and begins walking into town, weaving his way in and out of the other pedestrians that walked along with him.<br/><br/>He wondered where he should get something to eat, as it had been quite some time since he'd had a good meal. In fact, if he counted right, it had been exactly four days, eight hours, and twenty-two minutes since he'd eaten anything decent. Glancing from side to side, peering at each food vendor or restaurant he passed, he didn't quite find anything that piqued his interest or his tastes. In the background noise of the area around him, he heard mutterings of people who could see him, and some who noticed the ice that he left behind. However, he acted like he could not hear it, and continues on, coming to a stop in front of a fancy hotel, sitting on a bench, so he could think. Resting the soccer ball in his lap, he bounces it on his knee a little bit, watching it go up and down, and hums a little bit as he does so.