Twister was released pretty early on in the day. His memory had mostly come back and he had been instructed to not do anything that could lead to another head-injury for at least a week. Once Otto had determined that his best bro was going to be alright, he had no problems ditching him to go surfing or skating. He had explained that it would really be rude of him not to because then Twister would feel like he was holding everyone back from having fun. In his mind, he was really doing that for Twister. Reggie didn't buy it and wasn't going to leave Twister alone and bored. Sam offered to stay with them, but Otto had forced him to come along with whatever he was doing. He didn't want to do it alone and he knew his sister was determined not to go. Sam groaned and unwillingly followed Otto. It worked out at Madtown because Twister and Reggie could sit on the sidelines and still talk to them. Reggie had still done a little bit of skating while they were there, but felt bad knowing that Twister couldn't do anything. He tried to convince her he was happy to sit and film them, but she didn't buy it, and mostly just joined him in watching the others.

Twister took a seat on the sand while Otto ran out into the water. Otto shouted for Sam who followed behind him. Reggie sat down next to Twister.

At first he had his camera pointed towards the ocean, then turned it to Reggie as he spoke. "It's no use; they're too far out to get anything with this lens."

"Don't worry," Reggie said trying to encourage him as he filmed her. "You got plenty of them at Madtown. Maybe tonight we can all watch. Unless you'd rather us wait until you make cuts and stuff."

"Nah, we can watch tonight," he said, turning off the camera and putting it by his side. He looked out at the water and frowned. "You should be out there with them."

"You should be out there with them. And you will be again in no time," she smiled at him. "I, however, am happy sitting her on the shore with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Well at least the company's good," she said, bumping him with her shoulder.

He smiled back at her and they turned their heads to watch Otto and Sam. Otto had just caught a nice wave and it was starting to barrel. Suddenly, Twister was ambushed of flashes of the wave crashing over him. He couldn't get above water. He kept trying and another wave fiercely pushed him back down. He felt a hand on his back and he felt comforted, snapping out of it as he heard her voice.

"Twister?" Reggie asked, worried. "Are you okay?"

Twister was embarrassed. He thought that Reggie must be thinking he was pathetic, not even being able to handle watching a few waves. "Um," he said uncomfortably, "Do you care if we go?"

"Oh Twister," she said in a tone that, to Twister, sounded a little like pity. He didn't like being pitied. "Of course I don't mind," she said getting up and keeping her hand on his back as he got up and walked. He couldn't tell how he felt about that. On one hand, it was really nice and it give him comfort. On the other hand, he could feel her trying to steady him by keeping it there and he felt helpless, leading him to feel more embarrassed. Had he almost passed out? He certainly felt like he had come close. Reggie must have noticed because once they were on the boardwalk and no longer facing the ocean, she sat him on a bench and pulled a water out of her bag.

"Here," she said handing him the water. "Drink this." He obeyed, feeling less dizzy after doing so. "Twister," she started, "are you-?"

"I'm fine," Twister interrupted. She was quiet. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just..." he trailed off. She remained quiet waiting for him to finish his thought. He smiled and chuckled to himself. "You know that song? The one that everyone's obsessed with that me and Otto make fun of all the time?"

"Gonna have to be a little more specific," Reggie said with a smile.

"'Tell me how I'm 'spose to breathe with no air.' I totally get her point now. Because now I can confirm from first-hand experience that breathing with no air is not possible. Actually, I think it's more along the lines of drowning," he gave her a smile.

She didn't find it very amusing. In fact, it made her feelings of fear for his life come back to her. She knew he didn't want that. He didn't want her to be worried or upset, but she was. He was trying to lighten the mood and she wanted to laugh at his joke to show him it was working, but it wasn't. All she could muster up was a small half-laugh before looking down. It was happening again. She could feel him looking at her and she turned her head to the other side. She felt the tears start to rise in her eyes. She tried to fight them. This wasn't her. She wasn't a crier. Twister had already seen her cry. Twice now. She didn't want him to see it happen again, especially when he was trying to make her feel better. She let out a deep breath in hopes that it might somehow prevent the tears from leaving her eyes. No luck.

"Hey," he said, wrapping his arms around her and resting his cheek against the top of her forehead as he looked down at her. Wasn't she the one supposed to be comforting him? She was too weak. She couldn't even try to comfort him without breaking down. She was failing, but as he held her, she almost didn't care anymore. She buried her face in his chest and he stroked her hair. For a few minutes, they were still as she he held her.

Her breathing steadied and she lifted up her head, looking up into his eyes. "I can't imagine not having you in my life."

Twister lifted up his hand and wiped a tear from her cheek. He kept his hand against her face and it was warm on her skin. "You don't have to," he said quietly.

Their faces were close and they leaned closer to one another. Twister's hand slid to the back of her head before softly pressing his lips against hers. He kissed her gently, carefully, as he felt her hand resting on his chest. After it ended, her head fell back into his chest. His arm wrapped around her, resting his hand on top of hers. He watched the people on their boardwalk, continuing on with their lives as he ran a thumb back and forth over the back of her hand.