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Third Person POV

Even though Saint was mentally and physically exhausted, he could not sleep. He was back on his own soft luxurious bed, so different from the hard bed of grass that he had to sleep on while he was living on the island and yet the soft bed did not seem to give him any comfort.

He did not know what time he had finally dozed off to sleep but when he woke up he continued to feel tired which meant that he did not have quality sleep during the night.

He told his mom that he needed to buy a new phone and that he was going to try to retain his old number so that Perth could reach him if he wanted to.

Perth had given Saint his old number while they were still on the ship and so it had been registered on his phone. Saint was going to ask the wireless carrier staff to try to retrieve all his contacts and place them on his new phone.

Fortunately the wireless carrier staff was able to help Saint to retain his old number on his new phone and to retrieve his contacts.

Saint tried to call Perth's number but his call went to voicemail even before it could ring which meant that Perth had not yet set up a new phone.

Saint wandered a little bit around the mall where the wireless carrier shop was located before going up to the third floor where the Food Court was located.

Saint decided that he was going to have some Mediterranean food and so he fell in line behind someone who was waiting to make his order.

As Saint stood waiting, his phone started to ring.

Saint quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket.

His heart jumped to his throat. It was Perth calling!

"Hello," said Saint, unaware that he was gripping his phone harder than usual.

"I'm right behind you."

Saint almost fainted when he turned around and saw Perth standing behind him.

They hugged each other tightly for a very long time, unaware that the man standing in front of Saint had already walked away with his order and the staff behind the counter of the Mediterranean food booth was waiting for Saint to make his order.

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In the meantime, Bas had also bought a new phone and had managed to retain his old number and retrieved his contacts. However, he was unsuccessful in his attempts to reach P'Godt.

It had already been two days since he had arrived home and he was thankful for all the amenities that he had taken for granted and which he had missed so much while he was trying to survive on the island.

He and P'Godt had been separated at the arrival area when they had both gone to meet their families who had come to pick them up.

"I don't think it's good for you to be moping around the house, Bas," said his mother, "why don't you come with me to go shopping at the mall."

At first Bas was not inclined to leave the house but upon his mother's insistence he stepped out of the house and climbed into his mother's car and soon they were on their way to the mall.

For a good amount of time, Bas was distracted from his misery by all the nice things he could see while window shopping at the mall.

Then Bas asked his mom if they could go inside a jewelry shop.

Together Bas and his mom admired the bracelets that were on display behind the glass counter. Bas had his arm around his mom's shoulder as they both looked down at the glittering bracelets.

Suddenly Bas found himself being pulled roughly away from his mom and dragged out of the jewelry story.

"We have been separated for only two days and already you are carrying an affair behind my back!" Godt hissed at Bas, "to add insult to the injury, you are carrying an affair with someone who is old enough to be your mother! Shame on you!"

Bas waited for Godt to finish his angry little speech. Then when Godt paused to take a deep breath, Bas punched Godt on his chest.

"Yes, she is old enough to be my mother because, you know what, she IS my mother, you dumbass!"

Godt's eyes widened and he had the grace to blush a guilty bright red for jumping to a wrong conclusion.

"Come, let me introduce you to my mother," Bas whispered, pulling Godt by the wrist.

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At the same mall, just a few shops away, Jaylerr was looking critically at Plan as Plan stepped out of the fitting room with his new pair of pants and shirt.

"The shade of green does not complement your skin tone," Jaylerr remarked, referring to Plan's shirt.

"But there's no other color available for this shirt," Plan complained, "and I like the design of this shirt!"

"Let's go to another shop first and see if you can find a shirt with a similar design but with a color that complements your skin stone," Jaylerr suggested.

While Plan and Jaylerr were going around the mall doing their shopping, Plan's brain kept on searching for ways on how to break gently to Jaylerr the fact that Plan had found someone else that he was happy to spend the rest of his life with.

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Back in Nanon's apartment, Nanon tried to distract a miserable Mean by putting on some comedy shows on his tv screen.

When the shows ended without doing a thing to relieve Mean of his misery, Nanon decided to put on a popular gay romance comedy movie.

The movie was about a gay couple whose love for each other was tested by the presence of another guy who was showing interest in one of them.

After the emotional roller coaster ride, the original gay couple ended up with each other amid a never ending flow of tears.

Mean noticed Nanon wiping away a few tears of his own. Mean automatically put Nanon's face between his hands and wiped away Nanon's tears using his thumbs on either side of Nanon's face.

Nanon moved his face a little bit forward and before both of them could stop, Nanon's and Mean's lips met in a gentle, comforting kiss.

Back at the same mall where GodtBas and JaylerrPlan were doing their shopping, Art's mom had offered to buy AJ some clothes that would fit him and AJ gratefully agreed. Art of course accompanied them.

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"Let me help to choose which clothes will look good on you!" Art exclaimed excitedly as they entered one of the men's clothing department stores in the mall, "I am an excellent fashionista!" Art declared happily.

Art went about from row to row of men's shirts and came upon a burgundy colored long sleeved shirt and placed it against AJ's chest.

"This will look so good on you!" Art exclaimed happily just as someone stepped into the same aisle of clothes that he and AJ were standing.

In the next second, Art found himself face to face with Mew.

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