It had been a surprisingly calm day for Fit. It was almost suspicious, worrisome, even. But, Fit won't waste this day by postulating why that may be. He should just enjoy it. So, that is what he did. Fit was sitting on a rock by a cliffside, drawing in his sketch book about something new he saw today, a new building that has yet to be found and destroyed. He would like to keep that memory.

"..."

He hummed softly to himself a familiar song. Maybe he should find some new batteries for his radio...