The Boardwalk, Monday Afternoon

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This was the first chance that Mohinder had had to wander the new spaces that the island had grown, sprouted or otherwise increased in size. The muddle of mostly silent streets had given way to a stretch of coast - lighthouse vsible in the distance - he followed in lieu of any more urgent choices.

Tucked under one arm was a pad - a half-sketched layout of the island's new streets. The planks creaked beneath his feet, and - with a quick check that he wouldn't get wet feet - Mohinder relaxed onto a waterside bench, taking a gulp of still-warm coffee.

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