The wind slowly pushed the pampas and saw grass at the crest of the dunes, the waves rolled off in the distance. The salt in the air and the cry of gulls brought back memories, and Craig tried to make sense of them. he had always been near the sea, near the ocean. He had always found his way back to the water, spending as much time as he could looking out across its expanse. he never realized he had been looking to the East, to a land and a time that had been his far longer than he realized.<br/><br/>He moved beside Peg, sitting down, looking over to the young red head. His hand came up, brushing a windswept hair from her face as he looked at her eyes. Something about them, he had seen them before, so many times, and yet only in the last few days had he seen her. He tried to speak, tried to think about how to arrange his thoughts and make sense of the jumbled mess that clouded his mind.<br/><br/>"it seems strange, and yet, so familiar," he began, breaking the look to view the sand beneath them. " It doesn't make sense yet, but It will, it will have to make sense in time. i am sure it will, eventually, make sense. I will call some people later, when we get home, when we are truly safe." He took her hand and gave it a squeeze.