Miles doesn't mind the ocean, either. He misses Seattle, honestly, and Puget Sound; it's not the same as the East River, and neither is this. But water makes him feel better sometimes, if he's in a mood.

His brain won't stop throwing things at him, though, even here with Tu Vishan's calming influence. His skin's prickling the harder he tries to keep the Walrider down.

"Oh. Good morning." He'd been out here since predawn, because he couldn't sleep. The nightmares had come back.