It looked like the universe was finally allowing him a break. After his fall off the pier (and subsequent loss/retrieval of his wallet), life had been relatively normal for the vagrant teenager. Work when he could, travel when he'd stayed too long, and occupy himself enough to keep him from remembering why he was on the road in the first place.
Of course, maybe the universe wasn't being as kind as he had figured. As soon as he had thought that, a familiar voice echoed across the street into the outdoor section of the café where Sefton was cleaning, calling his name. He whipped around to face in the direction of the voice—Jeremiah's voice—and saw his old friend excitedly waving at him from the other side of the crossing.
This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening.
Except that it was, and it continued to happen when Jeremiah ran into his personal space and clapped his hands around Sefton's shoulders, serving as both a greeting and a way to straighten Sefton in preparation for a hug.
"Hey, man! I knew it was you! What are you doing here?" Pulling back, Jeremiah readjusted his glasses while Sefton stared. This... was a nightmare. That had to be it.
SEVEN DAYS LATER ...
Of course, maybe the universe wasn't being as kind as he had figured. As soon as he had thought that, a familiar voice echoed across the street into the outdoor section of the café where Sefton was cleaning, calling his name. He whipped around to face in the direction of the voice—Jeremiah's voice—and saw his old friend excitedly waving at him from the other side of the crossing.
This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening.
Except that it was, and it continued to happen when Jeremiah ran into his personal space and clapped his hands around Sefton's shoulders, serving as both a greeting and a way to straighten Sefton in preparation for a hug.
"Hey, man! I knew it was you! What are you doing here?" Pulling back, Jeremiah readjusted his glasses while Sefton stared. This... was a nightmare. That had to be it.