Alex was attempting to build a sand castle, Mitch and Jake beside him. Scott left the bags of purchases with Mitch, since they weren't moving around at all, and slowly approached Travis. Travis had been standing on the shore of the beach, the water coming dangerously close to his feet before sliding away. He didn't move either way though, his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes trained on the distance. Scott came up beside him, as quietly as he could be. "Hey, Travis... Getting nostalgic?" Travis smiled a little. "No. I'm just thinking." Scott recognized the look on his face in an instant. "About Alex?" "Yeah. Lots of thoughts about Alex." "For example?" "Why haven't you punched me in the face yet? Why hasn't Jake slapped me silly? Why hasn't Avi called me to scream at me? Why is Alex
