"The salty smell of brine drifts up from the ocean. I shiver as the cool air hits my body and goose bumps rise stark and white on my arms. I hope that if I stand here in the waves long enough, the salty water up to my ankles, chilling me yet burning me, perhaps I will become numb. Perhaps if I stand here long enough, I will no longer feel the pain that continues to haunt me." This sad, angsty story depicts Ginny’s reaction to the final battle and a terrible loss that leaves her feeling empty and alone.