Merry and Caspian can be as solemn as they may get. Marian is glad to find the surf. The feeling of water is familiar, but the scent of salt is stronger in a real ocean than the ocean-lake of Milliways. It stretches the endlessness that Santo's memories have but the bar doesn't.


But she'd never thought of collecting shells that time. It will be a memory wholly Ambergeldan and Amy's children. Light, with sunshine and the laughter of all their voices.

"This one?" She's picked up one that curves in a spiral but the side has a chunk that has been broken out by being washed hard against other shells beside it.