The pounding in my head feels like a Titan is using my skull as a drum. I crack open an eye to刺眼的 sunlight and the sound of waves crashing. Not waves against a wall - real waves. Actual, honest-to-god waves.

"Ugh..." I groan, pushing myself up on sand that's too warm and too real to be inside the walls.

Eren is already on his feet, staring out at an impossible expanse of blue stretching to the horizon. "We did it!" he shouts, his voice making my headache worse. "We found the ocean!"

Mikasa sits quietly beside him, her expression unreadable as always, but even she seems stunned by the view. Armin is face-down in the sand, muttering something about "revising procedures" and "deniability protocols."

The memories start flooding back in fragments - the graduation celebration, too much alcohol, Armin's wild declarations about seeing the ocean, overthrowing the government, and killing all Titans. Then... something about 3D Maneuver Gear, scaling Wall Rose in the middle of the night, and Eren yelling something about proving Jean wrong.

"How did we get all the way here?" I ask, running a hand through sand-matted hair. "This must be at least a week's journey from Wall Rose."

Armin finally lifts his head, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions. "I think... I think we might have used Eren's Titan form," he says hesitantly. "I have this memory of being fifteen meters tall and very, very drunk."

Eren's eyes widen. "I turned into a Titan while wasted?" He sounds weirdly proud of that.

Mikasa stands, brushing sand from her clothes with movements that are still precise despite our obvious hangover. "We need to get back," she says simply. "Before they send out a search party. Or assume we're dead."

She nods toward the inland horizon, where a trail of destruction is faintly visible - uprooted trees, disturbed earth, and what might be massive footprints stretching toward the walls we came from.

Armin groans again, burying his face in his hands. "Please tell me I didn't actually announce my plan to overthrow the government to everyone at the party."

"You absolutely did," I say, the memory suddenly clear. "And you had diagrams."

As the reality of our situation sinks in, a distant roar echoes across the landscape. A Titan roar.

"We need to move," Mikasa says, already reaching for the swords Eren apparently collected from somewhere. "Now."

The question is - how do we get back home without getting eaten by Titans, arrested by the military, or worse - having to explain to Commander Erwin exactly how three drunk teenagers managed to break out of Wall Rose and reach the ocean?