Edward is already heavily acquainted with the concept of world-hopping. He already went through it once with Ryslig, again with Felfri, and now once more with his unceremonious plop into Duckburg. After a great deal of immigration proceedings in the hospital and some background inter-spatial communications, he's been yet again shuffled into another world. Now he sits on the beach under the stars of Ultra Metropolis, his tail curled up into his lap.

The contrast is astonishing to him. It feels like an eternity since he first washed up onto the sands of Vandare's beach, his body incredibly worse for wear and his mind foggier than the Fog God herself. His life had been ripped violently away from its course on that day, for better or otherwise. He never would've dreamed of seeing the ocean from Cevedal. And now?

Now he's watching the sky unfold in laps of deep deep blue.

Ed is so lost in thought that he doesn't hear anyone approaching until they're right upon him, the sudden registry of sound startling him into rigidity, kicking up some sand as his feet prepare to spring away. "O-oh! I didn't... see you there, ah... It's, uh, very pretty here?

"...are you far from home too?"