London grinned as Hannah offered to help; though the TV was huge, he was certainly glad that they most of these newer ones were so light.<br/><br/>"Yeah, sure Hannah," London said as he carefully slid  the TV off the top, supporting it with both arms and his knee. "Come over here and grab the other side." The TV, though heavy, was manageable with the two of them, and they carried it into the living room, with much groaning, but London never dropped his smile as he and Hannah hefted the unwieldy machine to its new home. They placed the television down next to the empty TV stand; London figured that the house probably used to have a TV before they started renting it out to strangers.<br/><br/>After he dropped the TV, he shook his hands, his fingers sore from holding the box. He looked up from his hands and to Hannah, and couldn't help but smile. He glanced over at the clock; it was nearly three o'clock, and he still had a few hours before he would need to start cooking dinner. His eyes left the clock, and passed over to the window and stared out at the beach. The temperature had begun to rise since he arrived, and the ocean water looked inviting.<br/><br/>"Hey would anyone be up for a swim before I start dinner?"