As Hannah released his hand and dove under the waves, London decided he would do the same, surfacing only a second later than she. He only smiled as the Hannah flicked the water from her fingers at him; there was nothing about today he hadn't enjoyed. The new house, the sun, the beach, the company, it all made him feel like he was a kid again, visiting the beach with his parents. He floated next to her, and thought about what she asked.<br/><br/>"I'm not from anywhere around here, really," he began. "I'm from Boston, so its about a four or so hour drive to get here. We've got a lot of beaches down in Massachusetts though, so I've been coming to the ocean since I was little. I grew up on a little pond in the center of the state, so my da had me swimming just about as soon as he could." He reflected on his past, thinking about the tiny house on the pond that his parents raised him and his younger brother in, and decided that he had it good.<br/><br/>"Where are you from? I've never really left New England, so its a little weird for me to think of someone who has never been in the ocean."