Clay walked the streets of Sydney. He had taken a plain to Australia for a little R and R. This wounds from when he met the two Valor Guards were almost healed, but he was still sore wherever he had a bullet wound, which were several. Out of some fluke, no vital organs were hit, but he had at least one bullet wound per limb, if not two.

Several people wore leather hats to shade their eyes from the sun, Clay didn't. Many people had sandy blonde hair or light brown, again, Clay did not. He had black hair and squinted from the sun. He got several glances from the Australians as though he were crazy or wearing a funny costume. Clay just smirked and continued walking.

As he left the city and came to the docks, he slowed his pace and took in the veiw. Waves crashed lightly against the cement docks, creating a rather soothing sound, one that relaxes the body. He came to the end of the dock and stopped. Clay looked down into the water, eyes looking at all but seeing nothing. His mind flashed back to his childhood, making him unaware of his surroundings.