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The quiet one was alone, wondering, nothing made any sense. She had been a bright spirit, full of energy, whilst he had been the wanderer. He had drifted around the oceans, but always he returned to her. She was his fountain of love, of knowledge and excitement. Now he realised for the time being he must drift no more. He would stay and be her protector.

Always it was the same, he found freedom and kinship, it was so natural amongst these beings, but always they aged and died, leaving him alone. Sadly he decided that time travel to this planets ocean was bad for his soul. Yet he loved the sense of freedom that living as a whale gave him.