Pushing up, up closer, and then breaking through the surface, refracted light solidifies into bright day and everywhere-the Ocean. AndrAIa smiles. The sea wind sounds in her ears, magnified by the water. She leans back to float, hearing Enzo's clumsier strokes pulling him towards her and the air. Who but the User would have thought another ocean Game could be there, stretching out now, as is does, before her?
She has missed this, the salt in the air, her skin finally not feeling dried out three-sizes too small. She has missed too, something deeper still. Yet the Ocean is a place, she reminds herself, where at least part of her- the realer part- never left. A copy, that's all AndrAIa is. Did the Other Her grow, as she had? Had she died? Did she think ever of the strange boy making strange sounds about Supercomputers and worlds that the Other Her had never known, and never would?
Dolphins called crying "adding more water to the sea," but she doesn' add anything, because at that moment, a strong hand pulls, dunking her under and when she re-emerges, Enzo is laughing.
She smiles into the sun at that sight, and reminds herself, that two girls in two places together will always have the best of everything they could ever need.