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After Sea World, Jim was still feeling the rush, but when Spock wanted to go to Lego Land, Jim just grinned and told Bones and Spock to enjoy themselves. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with them, but in reality, he wanted to explore the city. He wanted to see how this city thrived, loved, breathed, like all the other cities he had explored in his day.

More, there was something he wanted to buy. When, or even if, he would get to use it, but if he needed it... just if... he wanted to have it.

He left the hotel with some better idea of how to use Chris' phone and its location feature, safely tucked into his pocket, and firstly went to do something about clothes. The last thing he needed to do was be seen as Chris in dirty clothes, plus the hoodie was hot. A hat, maybe? Sunglasses? Sunglasses would be good. A clean tee shirt and jeans, and he'd be set. He'd spotted the laundry room in the hotel.

That was first, and he had figured out the good of taxis soon enough. So he sent out a few while he sat in the back with the driver taking him to the nearest mall. Already he loved Google and Chris' laptop. A quick one to Chris, Zach, and Karl, a slightly longer one to Nyota, finishing just as they pulled up. He paid, then got out and went inside.

If there was someone with a camera this time, he'd take a more drastic measure. How did Chris live like this?

It'd be late before he came back to the hotel, a bag on either arm, and a smaller one tucked hidden in his new coat. He couldn't help the grin on his face, specially as he listened to the device now tucked in his ears. Life was good.

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Bones had enjoyed a very long, hot bath while Jim was out. Spock crashed out on the bed, and was still asleep when Bones got out of the jacuzzi tub. Wrapping himself in a white fluffy robe that he found in the bathroom, Bones headed out to the bedroom and flopped down next to Spock.

He turned the television set on, the sound very low but Bones wasn't listening anyway. His eyes were glued to the images on the screen, the country he grew up in so different, just a few hundred years ago. Images of life and people that were familiar, but not the life or people that he knew.

The door to the hotel room opened, and Bones heard Jim enter the room. He gave Jim a little wave to let him know where he was, then pointed to the sleeping man next to him.