It had been three days since Travis had been taken to the Fire Nation prison. The experience was looking up since Iroh had taken him in to teach fire bending. The boy was surprising the old man more and more with his otherworldly ways.

"I'm so bored! Is there any way we'll ever get out of here?" Travis complained for the millionth time.

"Patience."

He quieted at the retired general's words. He believed him. But waiting was hard!

"Let's continue the lesson."

The boy stood and took the stance he had learned the first day.

Breathe. Relax.

Travis was finding this slightly hard. Considering his circumstances in the prison!

"Can I do some moves yet? At least try?"

Iroh took a sigh and opened his eyes. "Patience is not in you is it? If you can get this one part right. Then you may learn a new step."

This lifted his spirits and he closed his eyes once again.

He stood like this for a few minutes. What seemed like forever to him.

Then Iroh spoke up.

"Open your eyes. Now take this stance." Iroh moved into an attack form.

And Travis attempted to follow.

"Do not move your arm so far out; keep closer to your side. Bring your feet closer in."

He did so and Iroh smiled. "Good. Now follow."

Iroh switched his feet and arms and swung his foot in a kick. Travis did the same. But almost fell over.

"Concentrate. Move into the stance again. But first breathe and relax. Like before, only move into the kick."

Travis did this a few more times with little progress.

Concentrate. He told himself. He took the beginning instructions. Longer than he usually did, and then turned in the kick.

This time he executed the kick without messing up.

"Oh yeah." Travis said enthusiastically "I didn't screw up."

"Good now do it again." Iroh said. Travis did the kick a few more times till he got it down to where he didn't screw up every other time.

"Ok I think that's enough for now." Iroh said, just as the lady who usually came to see them and bring the two dinner and tea walked in.

"Well Travis, tell me a little bit more about yourself, any hobbies?" Iroh asked while sipping his tea.

"Hmmm. Well I'm from a different dimension that much you know." Travis stated. "I like to read, play basketball, football, games, video games."

"Basketball, football, and video games?" Iroh asked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh right different dimension. You guys don't have those things. Never mind them." Travis said. "I guess that's about it then reading is my only hobby here. Oh and hanging out with friends."

"Interesting…" Iroh said. "What was your world like?"

"Hmm," Travis said. He was trying to think of how to explain how his world worked. "Well it's a lot different from this world. For one there are no benders."

"No Fire bending, Water, Air, Earth?"

"Nope, none at all." Travis explained. "And our customs are different from yours. For instance there are no kings. No one supreme ruler of a country or nation if you prefer."

"Interesting…" Iroh said. Travis was starting to become a little uncomfortable talking about where he was from.

"Ok finish eating and rest Travis, you've had a long day."

"Are you going to tell me where you are from?" Kitare asked the night before they were to get to the island.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

He smirked.

Grace's stomach turned.

"Try me."

She sighed and tried to think of a way to say she wasn't from this world. Without him thinking she was crazy.

"I'm from another world."

That was plain and simple, she thought.

He looked at her. More like stared. "And?"

She exhaled her breath, expecting him to say more.

"That's all you have to say?"

He countered, "That's all you have to say?"

"Well no. I mean, I could tell more."

He sat expectantly.

"It's different from here…the animals are different. Like take the turtle duck, and turn it into just a duck and a turtle."

Kitare looked at her curiously. "You've seen a turtleduck?"

Set myself up for that one. She thought. "Yeah…"

"Go on."

She loved how he didn't ask questions. But then again she wanted him to ask. Even if she didn't want to answer him.

"The people dress like you first saw me. Except some dress fancier than me, and some dress worse." She thought for a moment what else she could tell. "We show affection more than people here."

He interrupted, "How so?"

She stammered for the right words. "When people like each other they move faster into relationships. I'm not saying it's better…I think giving gifts and stuff to a girl to get their attention is great. And boundaries are set differently. Flirting and stuff is normal. I mean not everyone is like that but…Ok I'm going to stop talking now." How did I get myself into this? She thought.

The boy leaned closer so his arms sat on the table, only a foot or so away from Grace. "How do you know so much about where I am from? If you are from there. Not here."

Grace didn't answer.

Kitare leaned even further, so that he was practically the only thing in her sight. Though literally, Grace didn't have trouble with that. "So sitting this close to someone is not impolite or intruding?"

Her cheeks turned red and she looked away. But she loved his smell, instead of a forest smell like before; it was Smokey, "Only if they wanted them to."

Grace was surprised she even thought something so not stupid. Almost a comeback, even if she wouldn't know the difference if he was flirting with her or not.

He leaned back to his chair. "Intriguing." He stood. "Excuse me." He finished in his monotone.

Grace was starting to hate his mood swings. Worse than a girl! She stood and followed after she figured he was already out of the hall.

(A/N That conversation is a little off, but I didn't want to take the part out)

Grace woke as she seemed to every morning. Quiet windowless room with no sound. Thinking about the night before she sat up, and noticed a backpack on the foot of the bed. Confused she moved to go through it and saw her clothes, some food, and a odd necklace the shape of some sort of flower…A lotus! She recognized it from the pao sho tile from the show. It looked like smoothed out rock or bone. The flower confused her. But she felt hurt more.

She was leaving.

It had only been a few days, and she knew she didn't want to leave him. He was different, and even if he seemed to not want her around, she didn't mind he acted like that.

"I guess that's the island huh?" Grace said as she came up beside him by the steering wheel.

"Yes. The Avatar should be stopping for supplies. I will take you to him tonight, and stay behind while you think of some sob story to tell them."

She didn't like how he was talking. "Sob story? So you're just getting rid of me? Am I that bad?—" She was going to say more but he gave her a new look she hadn't seen before.

"I told you why." He softened his eyes, but that made it worse, she had gotten to him and he actually wanted her around. "You will stay here till tonight. Don't leave the boat."

Why would she need to wait all day here? "Why can't I come? Just to wait on shore—"

"I said to stay here. When it is time I will come get you. The town isn't safe." He went to leave but Grace stopped him.

"What is the necklace?"

He didn't turn but his voice was soft. "It was my sister's. She said it was magic and that if I were to blow the whistle, she could hear me."

She opened her bag and took it out, "But it must be precious. She would want you to have it." He faced her now and walked to her, taking it from her hands and putting it around her neck.

"It is yours."

Grace looked at the holes in the flowery stone she now noticed, one to blow through and the others for the sound it must make. Its clear surface not quite transparent shone in the light. "I see it now. It's amazing."

Kitare picked it up again and put it to his lips, blowing softly.

It changed color. A red that danced. The sound was like fire as well, thick and clear. Not like a normal whistle.

He let it drop from his lips. His face soft, the usual stiffness around his cheeks and eyes gone.

He was looking into her eyes, with more emotion then she'd seen him show in the whole time she had known him…well if you do not count the day she slept off.

Her cheeks blushed red and she looked away.

"Try it."

Grace picked up the now clear whistle and put it to her lips, it was still a bit warm. She blew on it and the color changed to blue. A soft sound like a running creek.

She looked up into his now soft eyes, then set the whistle in her hand.

"I'll wait."

"What?" His face lost a bit of it's glow. She almost regretted even saying anything.

"I'll wait here until you say it's okay."

Now he stood his full height, and nodded. "I'll be back."

Grace smiled when he hadn't said it in his official Fire Nation tone. But then remembered she was leaving him. He was leaving her.

The day seemed to drag on. She lay on the deck fingering the whistle in her hand, wondering if she would ever get home. Then she realized that had been in the back of her mind. How could that distract her? She was in a land where her family and friends were nowhere, and what if they thought she was missing? She thought about Kitare and then thought maybe she would just have to wait and see.

This made her wonder about Kitare's motives. Was he really tracking the Avatar? Why else would we be following them…though he was taking her to him. But when she had found him, he had interfered with them even if he had been helping them, but still knew where they were. That wasn't only him. He seemed to have another part to him. He was up to something else.

As her habit seemed to be. She fell asleep.