Tycho had planned for an evening at home. He'd been up most of the night before and had yet to have slept due to a mix of visions and working on a new project. He was meant to be entertaining a friend that evening but he'd had to cancel because of how tired he was. In hindsight, perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad to have said friend over. They could have had a bit of fun before cuddling up together. Well, too late to do anything about that now.

Tycho settled into bed but rather than sleep, visions of a place of sand and sun meeting tragedy filled his mind. And like he was right there beside him, he saw his father. Before much else, he saw his father fade away from the vision and Tycho woke with a start.

He pulled his robe around himself as he paced his bedroom and tried to decipher the meaning of his own head. The poem that always accompanied his visions, written while he was locked in the trance, lay on his bedside. A normal happening when it came to one of his visions. Something was different about this one, though. He felt nauseated and like he was going to be sick.

Tycho didn't even bother to fully dress before apparating to the Dodonus family home and calling for his parents. "They decided to attend the Sanditon Closer, Mr. Dodonus," the always-disapproving butler informed him. Tycho felt like he couldn't breath. He had a really bad feeling about this. Worse than he'd had about that cruise.