In Oceana the returned hero paced in his room looking out at the sea. The clear field reflecting him showing midnight black eyes. He turned from the window and looked into a clear bowl filled with water. He swirled the water with his fingers and images started to appear. Images of Rory flickered across the surface of the water. There came a knock at the door and the man slammed his fist into the water dispersing the images.

Like a shark his eyes rolled over now a much more winning shade of blue as he answered the door.