Grace looked at her keys and then to the beach. Stumbling over the sand she sat down on the shore and looked out at the calm waters and began to sing.

On the floating, shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

til your singing eyes and fingers

drew me loving into your eyes.

And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;

Let me enfold you."

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken lovelorn on your rocks.

For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."

Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.

I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.

I'm as riddled as the tide.

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."

"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

Kari walked up and sat down next to her and said, "Grace, are you ok?"

"Of course. Just Drunk and feeling sorry for myself," said Grace as she changed the topic quickly ,"It's it beautiful? Let sleep on the beach, kari. Remember when we use to do that when we were little?"

"yeah at the Jersey shore. totally safe. You have always been a will to fight against," Said Kari

In the brush around then noises started. A movement. The birds no longer sang to each other and a smell of dried blood clung to the air. Kari looked behind them and tried to scream, but her efforts were cut short by a hand. Grace felt a pain in her shoulder and the black sky went white.

The jolts shook her awake. Grace opened her eyes and the lush green landscape went flying by. Her arms were tired and a smell so horrible was all around. To her left was kari, still unconscious and bleeding a little from her head also holding onto some monster of a person. Suddenly they stopped and she fell to the ground. The noises and screams were all around her but her head was spinning. She lay there for what seemed like forever and a voice began to talk to her. She could she a long beard and a man who was not too talk standing above her.

"God?" asked Grace slowly. The man looked to another, one who was taller and had a goatee sort of beard and they smiled. Slowly the light faded.