Is time still moving? is not a thought Robby expected to have right about now, but neither did he expect to be stuck inside his own--memories? Or whatever; and especially not with Paul. But here they are, and his concern for time is easily brushed aside with Paul's assurance of his own being available.

"What do I have to do? Think about it?" He asks it with humour, and if it's as easy and that, he can think about it without difficulty. A place more familiar to him than any dojo, a second home, the place he went to all the time - young and older - to get away for fun or to blow off steam. It's extensive bowl, pipes and ramps; the rails and the noise of wheels amongst chatter under the California sun.

Should he close his eyes? He's kind of already waiting to do that, like it's the obvious next thing he should be doing here. Come on, he's watched movies. Or maybe he has to take this bundling thoughts and walk out the door with them. That also sounds very magic-typical.

Lead the way, in whatever fashion you will, Paul.