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It was a cloudless day, calm and still. Rodney raised his binoculars and searched the endless stretch of sparkling water. He wasn't hoping, exactly... except that he was.
"Any sign of Sam?" asked a quiet voice at his side, and Rodney both startled and relaxed before he realized he'd done either.
"Not yet," Rodney replied, hoping it didn't sound silly. They didn't get many afternoons off.
"It's still early," John said, leaning against the railing. Like he was settling in. Like he didn't have anywhere else to be.
Rodney scanned the horizon again, not hopeful, but content - and looked for a splash.