More and more, Thomas was beginning to notice how Derek looked at him, how he reacted and Thomas couldn't help but notice if he was seeing someone else's face when he looked. Someone since departed, leaving behind only memories and emotional scars.

"What's a real breakfast anyway?" Thomas asked, shoving those thoughts aside for the moment. The water was already cooling on his skin, sand sticking to his wet ankles as they walked out of the water and back onto the shore. "Did Frypan screw us all out of a real breakfast back in the Glade?"