Tammy grumbles as she moves down to the end of the green, balancing on the brick border as she eyes the shot.

"It's not really a scenario I practiced for. I figured years of dancing would give me good balance but apparently it just takes one temperamental sea to throw me off. Eric would probably laugh if he could see me right now."

Thinking about Eric just reminds her of Zeke. Of home. Of all of the things she has no idea when she'll get back again. She frowns as she looks at the ball and gives it a tap, sending it toward the hole.