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Ghosts

San Diego – no.

Anaheim – no.

Riverside – no.

Chino – sounded familiar, but no.

Huntington Beach – maybe.

Summer stood at Newport Bus station, scanning the different buses that were standing there. The earthquake hadn't been too heavy, fortunately, and except some broken windows nothing major had happened, so just a few minutes after the quake, the daily life started again.

For a long time, Summer stood and watched the buses come and go, to all those different directions. She was still completely confused, and the only thing she knew was that she had to get back home as fast as possible. They would be worrying about her. Again, she didn't know who those "they" would be, but there had to be somebody, right?

Summer had worked out that plan that if she just watched the buses for a while, and the name of the town she had to go to was written on it, she would know.

And that's when she spotted the bus with the words "Huntington Beach" on it.

Summer's gaze lightened up. That was it. It just jumped back into her mind that she had been living in a town that was by the beach, so Huntington Beach had to be it. None of the other buses went to a town with a beach at the end of the name.

Never in a million years she would have considered that she already was in the town she lived, confused as she was right now. The shock her body had been in when the earthquake had hit the town hadn't been good for her memory. Another shock meant another protection reaction of her body, and that meant just more confusion for all of the memories she had learnt during the past few days.

Her mind was still fragile, and another major shock like this had these terrible consequences… Summer standing at a bus station in the town she lived all her life and being totally convinced she had to go elsewhere to find her home.

Maybe she should just try and find a police station to identify herself there, Summer thought.

"Last call for bus number six to Huntington Beach, all passengers please proceed to bus number twelve. I repeat: last call for bus number six to Huntington Beach."

Summer took a deep breath and walked up to the bus. In front of the door she paused and hesitated. What if she was doing the wrong thing? Wouldn't it be better to go to the police here?

"Miss, you wanna go to Huntington?" the driver angrily asked out of the bus. "The earthquake already delayed our departure, so if you could please join us in here, or step back…"

Summer shifted from one foot to the other. Huntington Beach. No. She could identify herself at the police station here as well, and they would help her to get home.

She gave the bus driver a weary smile and shook her head. "I guess I'll stay round here." She said.

The bus driver rolled his eyes. "Well then step back." He said, and after Summer did so, the driver shut the doors angrily.

Summer let out a huge sigh and looked around, quite confused. Now all she needed to do was go to the police station and identify herself there. They would bring her home safe. To whomever who waited there.

Seth looked up carefully to check on what had been happening during the earthquake. The baby in his arms was still crying heavily because he had sensed that something terrible and frightening had been going on around him. Seth got up and kissed the baby's little head to calm him.

"Shh. I'm here. Don't cry." he whispered softly and rocked his son in his arms while his gaze scanned the parking lot for Summer.

For a tiny moment, the baby's crying stopped. Seth smiled at him, even though he didn't feel like it. He looked up again and continued searching for Summer. Baby Cohen's crying started again.

Seth held his little son close to his chest to show him that he was there to protect him. "Don't cry. Daddy's here." he mumbled. "I'm here."

People on the parking lot all had gathered into different groups, each of them hugging their friends and relatives, being glad that nothing had happened during the earthquake.

Seth sighed heavily and continued searching for Summer. But he didn't spot her in the parking lot, so he broke into a run around the whole building. Summer couldn't be alone. She wouldn't know where she was or where she belonged. She would get totally lost, and he wouldn't be there to help her.

The thought of Summer straying around this place almost tore Seth's heart apart.

He just had to find her. The adrenaline poured through his veins when he ran around and searched for any signs of his beloved wife.

Suddenly, the same young woman that had wanted to help Summer just a few minutes before went up to Seth and asked him if she could help.

Seth nodded and kept looking around. "I-I'm searching for my wife…" he stammered, his breathing heavy from all the running, the baby still crying heartbreakingly in his arms.

"What does she look like?" the woman asked in a very soft voice.

Seth sighed out of desperation. "She has long dark brown hair, big brown eyes… she's very tiny, a very sweet face…"

The woman nodded. "I have just spoken to her a few minutes ago. She seemed pretty upset, and she ran away when I wanted to check on her again."

Seth let out a sarcastic laugh. "She ran away? What, you asked her if you could help, she seemed totally upset and you let her run away?" he asked reproachful.

The woman smiled sympathetically. "I understand that you're upset, but maybe you should just try and go home. I'm sure she's already there waiting for you."

Seth shook his head angrily, still rocking his crying son in his arms. "Yeah, if only she knew where that is…" he mumbled and strolled off, trying to find Summer.

"She ran to this direction, if that helps", the woman shouted and pointed towards the town center where Summer had been running to only a few minutes ago.

Seth nodded and ran for his car. He would be faster with it, and maybe he could find Summer before anything terrible happened to her.

He just had to find her.

A man with blonde hair hanging into his face leant onto a lantern at the side of the bus station, smoking a cigarette. Summer walked up to him and asked for the directions to the police station. The man gestured towards his left. "Way there. Just like five minutes away." he explained. Summer didn't notice the slimy smile he gave her when she turned her back on him.

She just nodded and started to walk. She needed to know where she belonged, now more than anytime before. The sun shone very hot on her head, and still she shivered from the shock her body was just recovering from. Rubbing her arms, Summer passed a diner with a huge hot chocolate advertisement in front of it.

And since she was feeling warm and cold at the same time, Summer decided to go in and grab a chocolate or coffee or something. She had like 50 dollars in her pocket, so why not have a drink? She felt exhausted, confused, alone and scared at the same time, and her nerves just longed for some chocolate to regain strength.

Inside the diner, Summer sat herself at one of the tables that showed out of the window and gave a beautiful view over the beach. Suddenly, a similar scene flashed through her mind. A broad beach that was naturally beautiful. She practically saw the sun setting on the horizon. And a tall guy with dark curls and cute dimples hugging her from behind. Where had she seen that scene before?

While she was so lost in thought, Summer didn't realize that a man was standing right next to her. It was the same man she had asked for the direction to the police station.

"Hey." the man said and smiled, his blue eyes flashing as he did so.

Summer jumped because she was shocked at first. She hadn't been prepared to be ripped out of her thoughts so rudely.

The man sat next to her. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, smiling.

Summer shook her head and motioned him to sit down. When she looked into his eyes, she was amazed by how blue they were. If she wouldn't know better, she would have thought that she knew them from somewehere. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember those eyes.

And then there was the question again, the question she had been tired of hearing the last couple of days, accompanied by a dirty grin.

"Don't you remember me anymore?"

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