1 Week after the Party Crashing...
It was just after dusk, and a vicious storm had hit the mainland. The winds were easily 60 miles an hour, and the rain was coming down sideways. It was around midnight that an old Greyhound pulled into the bus station. The grizzled old driver looked out the window, then at his lone passenger, a young girl in a thin purple windbreaker and rain boots. "You sure this is the right stop?" He asked. The girl looked out the window. "Yup. This is perfect." The girl said, climbing out of her seat and walking towards the front. "Thanks." She said, leaving the bus and heading towards the ferry to Kings Head. She arrived to find the crew of the boat just getting off. "Hi. Do you go to the rich island?" She asked. One of the deckhands looked up. "Yeah. But the storms made the water to rough. No ones going anywhere." "Would $500 change your mind?" The girl asked, and every member of the crew looked up at the rail thin girl waving a thick wad of money at them. Finally they gave in and out the boat in gear. The trip was awful, the boat almost sank, and 2 deckhands fell overboard and barely made it back to shore. But in a few hours they made it. The girl smirked and hopped off the boat, heading towards the biggest houses. She stopped in front of Reggies and looked up at it. A strange grin came over her face, and it only grew wider as she scaled the side of the house and stood on the ledge outside Reggies window. The girl slowly peeked inside at his sleeping from, stroking the window. "You thought you could get away. But you can't outrun true love Reggie. And your finally gonna see that we were made for each other." She said.
It was next morning, and Reggie had just boarded the ferry to the mainland. It was only about 6:30, and he was talking with one of the crew members. "What were you guys doing last night? I heard you come in really late." Reggie asked. The deckhand rolled his eyes. "Some 10 year old paid us 500 bucks to get her out here, and now we're taking her back." "Wait, she's on the boat? Now?" Reggie asked. "You bet Hottie." A voice said behind the two guys, one that nearly made Reggie jump off the boat. "Noooooo..." Reggie moaned and turned to see the girl. She was short, barely 4'9" and maybe 95 pounds. She had brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, small blue eyes, and pale skin with a lot of freckles. She wore the same windbreaker and shoes as last night, and it almost looked like she had slept on the boat. "Shit." Reggie grumbled. "You know her?" The deckhand asked. "Know me? We're in a VERY committed relationship." The girl said. "No we're not Cassidy! I don't even like you!" Reggie yelled. "Oh come sugar, don't be like that." Cassidy said, walking closer. "Keep her away from me!" Reggie yelled. "Alright, calm down." The deckhand said, grabbing Cassidy's shoulder. She looked up menacingly. "I don't like to be TOUCHED." Cassidy yelled, judo flipping the poor guy. She then turned and realized Reggie had jumped to the wharf, and had run off. She smiled evilly. "And the hunt begins..."