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It is a glorious day at the Caribbean inlet behind the bar at the end of the universe. The sun is bright and hot, the sand soft between toes, the water sparkling the sort of blue usually reserved for gemstones.

Then again, it is always a glorious day in the Caribbean inlet.

Alanna stands on a toasty rock with bare feet, shoulders back and eyes closed, letting the salty breeze whip her hair around her face and almost but not quite push her over into the sand. It makes her feel free: fee of ties, free of responsibility, free of her own wild thoughts and feelings.

Freedom is the dream, after all.