"I lived there too, eons ago. If I could say I ever really had a home." That would have been a nice way to have stayed alive, just him and his Penelope, but fate always decided to spin his life like a top. He was started to feel like a bag of marbles scattered all over the place each time. "I tend to drift around." He gestured towards the water, sitting upright and now rubbing the sore spot on his foot. That was going to turn into a blister. He should have learned by now to invest in socks.