James lay with his back to the damp grass, his eyes focused on the heavens, he felt the gravity of the stars pulling him to join them, while Gaea seemed to keep him to the grass with only a light grip of his shirt. This gravitational flux made him feel as if he were a small boat anchored at sea.

There in the distance, although the swells were really too high for him to see it, another boat floated dreamlessly. Someone else found themselves trapped in the grips of the gravities.

A gust of wind blows in from the South, followed by a deep, groud rolling thunder. James lifts his head and stares into the flashing dark clouds that march steadily his way. It is then, looking down from a wave, between his feet, he makes out the shape of the other boat still floating ignorant to all, but the heavens.

James sits up and stares at this vessel floating not far from him and begins to wonder who else has anchored so near. Who could this be? How long have they been sailing besides him? He wants to call out to them, but he sits silent, eyes focused and watching the figure at a distance.

The storm advances slowly scanning the ground beneath with each flash. The vessel in the distance continues its dedicated watch of the Celestial Stars.

James pulls himself forward, his fingers pressing into the soft, wet soil beneath him, each finger delicately caressing and crushing each blade of grass. He tilts his head curiously, intent on seeing this shadow who continues to rest oblivious or ignorant to the tumultuousness around.

The damp soil beneath his body renews the detachment he had felt when he too was gazing dreamily to the astral Heavens. He floats his body forward, inches above reality. The silhouette owns brief moments of clarity with each flash of the coming storm, and the boy feels a new gravity pulling on him. Drawing him to this soul who floats with him in the Sea of Infinity.

A chorus of sirens seeps through the low rumble of the clouds, and the impact of the first droplet of water tickles his cheek.. Shortly to find himself submersed in the tropical downpour.

Swimming in the sea between the Celestial Heavens and Gaea's probing fingers, James reaches the oblivious shadow. Their eyes meet, in an instant recognition, as if he were staring into a mirror.