The warm air was coming in from the ocean, bringing a rush of salt to her nose. Rena could smell Herlie about a mile before she reached it. There were few better smells then waking up in Herlie inn and smelling the ocean, it had an aura of adventure, like "Soon, I'll be out there."

Now it only brought an increased sense of urgency. The sea was where they were going and she had to reach them first. Unfortunatly, she might've been to late. Yesterday they left for Herlie, and they were supposed to leave for their honeymoon...when? GAH! I didn't go yesterday! What makes me think they'll listen to me?

But I have to try. Claude WAS there yesterday, and he at least was their friend. I should be too. We fought for a long time together. When they fell, I helped them...when I died, they poured Resurrection liquid down my throat. He used to make me cards, she used to write me books, I used to cook for them both. Did it all really have to end that night?

Rena sped towards Herlie ever faster.