A small, tropical island, with the ocean, the beach, and the large hanging trees that, while ancient, are sturdy and strong.
He does not really know this place, never has he actually been here, but his Other - the one he is now a part of - assures him that this is the place. And when he looks up, he believes that assurance.
He spots her waiting for him there, at the beach, and as he swims over, his heart races with excitement.
Even before he gets to her, he is bowled over by the overjoyed comrades of his Other, and the feelings that bubble from this greeting is shared with him. There is so much happiness in this moment - happiness to be alive, to be home, to be with friends again.
And when he looks up, he in turn shares his own happiness with his Other.
The happiness to see her again.
"See? We met again, like we promised."
For a brief moment, they do not see their Others. All there is, is them, for who they are. He smiles with a radiance, and she returns that smile with her own, the smile that he finally remembers.
"I...I'm back," his Other finally says, to which her Other smiles and extends a hand to him.
"Welcome home."
The hands meet, at last a direct contact.
No more Organization XIII, no more battles, no more false fronts or searching for answers.
It was all right here, in this little place. All of them, together.
It was good to be home.