Tommo's road to recovery was long and painful, and every day Caitlin and I, and sometimes Theo, would come to visit her. They told me all about their many years of friendship, and everything that came with it. They had met for the first time in 2014, when Tommo was 16 and Caitlin was 13, at twitter meetup in Auckland, New Zealand, where they were both originally from before they both moved to Ireland after they had finished their university degrees.
They had moved into a tiny flat in Dublin together, as flatmates and best friends. When they had first met, they discovered their love for the band that I was a part of, and they both loved me the best, they told me. They had kept in touch with each other through twitter, meeting up again many times. Tommo had been planning a trip around the world and had made sure that Caitlin was one of the people that came with her, along with Tommo's high school best friend Jordan and her niece Kloe, who was English.
They had started off their trip by simply crossing the Tasman sea, which separates New Zealand from Australia, and visiting not only the Gold coast but Jordan's home town of Koorda. They had then travelled to Canada to meet up with one of their long term internet friends who lived there, Hafsa, before heading to England where they stayed with Kloe for about a month before taking her with them to their next destination which was Japan.
Tommo had been to Japan once before, and she took the three of them on a tour of the country, and they saw more of Japan than the boys and I had ever seen before. They then left Japan and came to Ireland, spending three weeks going around the country before Tommo and Caitlin had decided to stay, Kloe had returned to her home in England, and Jordan had returned to New Zealand.
It wasn't until Tommo's third day in hospital that the CSIs finally showed up to question the two of them about what happened. That's the Irish for you, always a bit lazy and always up for a drink. They told me to leave the room and sit outside while they pulled up a chair in front of Caitlin, who was sitting at Tommo's bedside, keeping a close eye on her fragile best friend, and began to ask them questions.
I watched from my chair just outside in the hallway as Caitlin began to tell them everything she had remembered.
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