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Tom recognised it immeadiately, as he landed on the sand. He recognised everything; the beach, the imposing jungle.
The blobs on the sand.
He watched as the blobs interacted with each other, mimicking the actions of the people on the island. He saw the bright gold that was Michael, wandering around the island like... an Australian. A purple Gabe collapsed on the sand. That strange, mysterious red further away. Not near them. Didn't interact at all. Didn't move. He saw himself; never staying the same. He saw the pure white that was William, intent on helping him.
I never thanked him.
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