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How they got back to their dorm would become a mystery the next day. Wobbly feet somehow made it across the campus from the frat house that held the first party of their freshman year of college and back to the safety of their somewhat cramped room. The party wasn’t an important deal for either of them - in fact, after a few drinks each the pair decided to head back prematurely. 

Thaleia pushed open the door to their dorm, kicking off her heels as she collapsed into the first bed she saw. Her raven hair masked her face as her hands felt the blankets beneath her, pausing their motions when a realization hit her. “Oops, wrong bed,” she giggled out, and as she forced herself to sit up, her body screamed at her not to. A futile effort was made, but to Bonnie it undoubtedly looked like an awkward flop. “It’s not fair; why is your bed way comfier than mine?” 

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He’d fallen marvelously in love with birds. Bread-stealing, noisy gulls circling overhead; the timid finches scattered across the islands. Back home, he was definitely going to have to purchase a sturdy white bird cage - there were no words to describe his infatuation, sketches across his journal.

Patrick loved his research; loved it more than anything else in the world. That lunch he nattered off about bird beaks and biosystemic transformations. It was all the whole research ship could talk about. It stretched all the way into the night. Just before bed, he’d gaze into his journals and kick his legs back in forth just admiring the specimen. Replaying the memories of fieldwork.

His captain’s distinctive, clank-against-the-wood footsteps, tore him from his thoughts. Patrick turned his head towards the entrance of the quarters.“Crew, there’s a storm. We’re giving the nautical a rest and docking it. And, no, there are no bird sightings here - what a bummer.”

There was something off about the captain. He was normally hearty. Assertive, but fully hearty. But just now - the past few seconds - Patrick could tell something was off. It’d been a long day, though, and he could feel the tilt of the boat as it docked against the island, rocking him to sleep on top of his journal.

His eyes dithered to sleep... until he heard a faint sound - a melody? - spur him awake. Patrick looked around. Nobody... nobody was around... They’d all left their quarters, leaving the quarters dry and echoey. Perhaps he should investigate; perhaps he should sleep...

Or... he could search for birds.

What if - what if he heard the faint melody of birds...

He left the ship, watching the moonlight slide over the ocean waves like silver. “H-Hello? You guys? Where are you?”