Dylan and Alma wander off to hopefully relax; Henley and Jack change into bathing suits and disappear down the beach fast enough he's pretty sure they actually used magic; and Merritt comes out to claim one of the lounge chairs under an umbrella. He has the most recent book he's been reading in hand, as well as a glass, a mini-bottle of bourbon, and a bottle of water on the table next to him. The bourbon goes into the glass, and he takes a sip of it before he sits back and opens the book.

It's been a long time since he could actually relax, could actually stop thinking about his next play, when his head wasn't running a mile a minute trying to think of how he would survive in this reality Wade had left him in. Things had been better since the Horsemen, now that he had a team, how that he had people who he was almost positive weren't going to turn around and stab him in the back. Still, it's rare that he actually relaxes - but this is close, and he takes a breath of salty air as he looks to his book.