 Blue, that was all he could see. Blue sea, blue sky. Hell, after twenty minutes in cold water even he was turning blue. The heat from the explosion and subsquent fire had warmed the air for a while, but now with night approaching and the last of the wreckage sinking below the waves Harper had to face the fact that he was, most likely, going to die. "Damn, I really wanted to go out in bed, at the age of 100, surrounded by great grandchildren." He said to himself, "Oh yeah," he grinned, "And my 18 year old wife." His teeth began to chatter. "Shivering is good: I’ll know when it’s bad when I stop shivering. That’s when I have to worry." "I wonder what the others are doing right now?" Harper let his mind drift to thoughts of his friends. Dylan: the Universe’s most idealistic inhabitant, Tyr: the most cynical. How the two of them could become friends was beyond Harper’s comprehension. Beka, his oldest friend: "I really wish I’d got into her pants at least once." Rev: proof that the Divine does move in mysterious ways. Rommie: he sighed and choked a little as a small wave filled his mouth. "I only saw a tiny part of you: there was so much left to explore. The possibilities were endless. Possibilities, thinking about that brought Trance to mind and he shrugged. "Well I guess I’ll never know. I’ll miss you guys." Harper stayed afloat until nearly midnight before he stopped shivering.
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