The beach was beautiful. The entire group was gathered on a large area they had claimed with four blankets laid together. They had an ice chest full of sodas and beer. Jennifer, Geoffrey, and Angie would be the designated drivers. They never drank alcohol anyway. For Angie, it brought back bad memories. Cross and Jennifer just simply did not want to. They liked to be sober and in control. Jennifer still didn't see the point of drinking so much that one passes out and then vomits. Where was the "fun" in that?

The ocean waves crashed against the sand as tourists everywhere were enjoying the day. Kids were building sand-castles, people were in the water, some were riding horses, lifeguards were patrolling, and people were playing Frisbee and volleyball here and there.

Jennifer was leaning back against Cross' chest and his arms were around her. Angie was relaxed on her side closeby and watched the beach activity. Nikki was laying back and working on her tan. Shawn was searching through radio stations. The others were in the water.

Jennifer smiled. She knew that everyone had great things to look forward to now. Their pasts were gone and finished.

Or were they…?