A/N: I wanted to get this one up before the Superbowl, otherwise it probably wouldn't get posted today. So, enjoy the chapter and enjoy the game if you like football!

"I wasn't dreaming!" Paige insisted, starting to get annoyed. It was the next morning at breakfast, and she was telling the group about the mysterious figure she had seen last night on the beach, dressed all in black. No one seemed to believe her, and since Emily was upstairs showering, she had no one to back her up. "I know what I saw. They stared up at us and then when we went downstairs to look they were gone."

"You're crazy," Toby replied. Spencer elbowed him so hard his juice spilled all over the table. "Hey!"

"Toby!"

"What he means, is that it sounds strange," Caleb replied. "Not that you're crazy."

"I know that," she snapped. "I'm not that fragile. Just wait till Emily gets down here. She'll tell you."

"Paige, sweetie, it doesn't make any sense," Mona told her. "Why would someone be dressed in a sweatshirt in the middle of the summer and standing on the beach during a storm?"

"I don't know! But it was really freaky and I'd really appreciate it if you would just believe me!"

"I believe you," Hanna chimed in, setting her coffee cup down. "I saw someone last night, too."

They all stared at her. She shrugged, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Yeah. It was when I got up to go to the bathroom. I was half asleep so I thought maybe I dreamed it, but if Paige saw it too, I guess I didn't."

"What happened?" Paige asked. "Did they do anything?"

"No. They were just kind of standing there, their back to me."

"What time?"

"Maybe one?"

"So they were still out there. Emily and I saw them around ten. Did this person hang out here all night?"

"I don't get it," Spencer cut in. "Someone's lurking around outside? Why?"

"I wish I knew," Paige replied. "But they stared at me and Emily, like they knew we were there. And then when we went outside to look they were gone."

Spencer chewed on her lip. Paige knew she was starting to believe.

"It just doesn't make sense. Why would anyone do that?"

"It could just be a coincidence," Toby suggested. "Someone who happened to be wandering around. I can take a look around."

"Please," Spencer replied. "I need to make sure something more… sinister isn't going on."

"Emily!" Paige exclaimed as Emily entered the kitchen. "Hanna saw it, too!"

"Saw what?" she asked, frowning. "Oh. Black Hoodie?"

"Yes! I told you I wasn't dreaming," she replied triumphantly. Emily looked nervous as she sat down next to her girlfriend.

"This is creepy," she sighed. "Hopefully whoever it is left."

"I'm sure," Spencer assured her. "Don't worry, Emily. I'm sure they won't come back."

"Paige, get back here!" Emily demanded shrilly as Paige and Caleb waded farther and farther into the ocean. "You're going to get eaten by a shark!"

"Hey, thanks for the concern!" Caleb called back sarcastically. Emily flipped him off.

"Paige, I'm serious!"

"Relax! It's not even that deep," she replied, showing that the water only came up to her breasts.

"Please," she begged. Paige sighed and reluctantly began wading back to her. She didn't think it was anything to worry about, but Emily obviously did, and she looked absolutely terrified.

"Em, baby, do you have any idea how likely it is that there are sharks in this area?" she asked when she approached her panicked girlfriend. Emily scowled at her.

"Have you ever seen the movie 'Jaws?'"

Paige laughed, pulling her in for a kiss. Emily sighed, resting her head on her shoulder.

"You worry too much, Em."

"Well, you don't worry enough."

"I guess that's true," she admitted. "I won't do it again. Sound fair?"

"Whipped," Caleb replied as he walked past her.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Sounds fair," Emily agreed. "I'm sorry, but bad things happen when you go out too far. Sharks, rip currents….."

"You're cute," Paige replied, kissing her forehead. "I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."

Emily followed her, grateful to have her distracted from the water. Paige was way too daring for her liking and not cautious enough. While sometimes her fearlessness was sexy, other times it terrified Emily that she would do something stupid.

"How are you holding up?" Emily asked as they got back to the blanket, chuckling at Hanna lathering sunscreen all over herself. She had gotten sunburn yesterday as everyone had predicted, and had finally agreed to protect herself.

"Fine, thank you," she replied sourly. Emily snickered, opening the cooler.

"Did you ever find anything?" Paige asked Toby as she and Emily settled down on the blanket.

"No. Just footprints. But any of us could have made those. I wouldn't worry about it. Whoever it was probably won't come back."

It stormed again that night, canceling any outdoor activities they had been planning on. They went to dinner and then decided to go to the ice cream parlor around the block. It was a nice place, and had a 1950s look to it. It was the perfect place to try and ride out the storm.

"This is so good," Hanna moaned, stuffing a spoonful of cookies and cream into her mouth. "Caleb, you have to try this."

"You said I wasn't allowed to have any," he protested. "That's why I got my own dish."

"I don't want to be pathetic like them," she complained, gesturing to Paige and Emily, who were splitting theirs. Emily paused, her spoonful of chocolate fudge halfway to her mouth.

"What? Us?"

"Uh, yeah. You're sharing your ice cream."

"Did you see how much I ate at dinner?" Paige asked. "I only need a little."

"I used to share with Toby," Spencer chimed in. "But then he started eating it all on me."

"You always order vanilla swirl. I love vanilla swirl," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"I could never share ice cream," Mona agreed, pulling her cup away as Noel tried to dip his spoon in. "Stop!"

"I need to pee," Paige announced, standing up.

"Thanks for announcing," Spencer replied sarcastically.

"No prob. Save me a little more," she told Emily.

She walked to the back where the bathrooms were and stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the extremely dim light. She looked to see if there was another light switch but couldn't find one, so she ducked into one of the stalls, suddenly feeling uneasy.

While she was in there, the door opened. She froze, listening as slow footsteps walked close to the stall she was in. She flushed the toilet and opened the door, only to come face to face with Shana.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, half out of anger and half out of fear. "You scared me!"

"I'm sorry. Paige, I-."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, in disbelief that this was happening. "Are you following me?"

"No. Please, just hear me out. I can't let Jenna see me talking to you."

"Leave me alone."

She pushed past her and left the bathroom, taking a deep breath as she went back to their table. She slid back into her seat next to Emily, gratefully stuffing a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

"I'm cold," Hanna announced, putting her spoon down. Everyone laughed. Hanna was always complaining about the temperature.

"It sounds like it's lightening up out there," Spencer remarked, trying to see out the window. "Maybe we should make a run for it while it's fairly calm."

They went back to the beach house, Spencer making a show of locking the door since everyone was anxious about the mystery person on the beach. They went their separate ways to get ready for bed, rejoining in the living room for a movie. It was late when they all went up to bed, muttering their good nights and closing doors.

"Em? Honey, what are you looking at?" Paige asked, walking over to where Emily was staring out of the window.

"Nothing."

"Are you looking to see if that… if they're out there again?" she asked, joining her at the window.

"Yeah," she admitted. Paige gently squeezed her shoulders.

"It's okay, love. I'm sure it was just a one time thing," she assure her, although she didn't believe it herself. "Come on, let's not sit here harping on it all night."

"What else did you have in mind?" she asked, grinning. Paige pulled her up, wrapping her arms around her.

"There is something."

"We're not going to be able to walk by the time this trip is over."

"Walking is for chumps," Paige replied, pulling Emily onto the bed with her. They kissed passionately, Emily moaning softly as she rubbed herself onto Paige's legs. She could feel Paige's fingers wandering up her back, stroking her skin lightly. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied, looking down at her. She had kept thinking about everything Paige had told her the night before. Paige was so incredibly strong despite everything she had been through, and she was grateful that she was still here. She hated that her girlfriend had gone through so much, and she hated the people who had caused her pain. She was in awe of the woman Paige was, and she wanted to make sure she knew it every single moment of every single day. "I want you to know how… how strong I think you are."

"Em, you don't need to feel sorry for me," she replied, giving her a small smile. "It's okay."

"I'm not saying that to make you feel bad, Paige. I'm serious. I can't imagine having to handle everything you did."

"It's okay now," she replied, soothingly running her hands up and down Emily's sides. "I have you."

"And you always will," Emily whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly.

Their lovemaking was gentle but passionate, showing the love and connection they had. It was late when they finally drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms, exhausted but content.

It was close to two in the morning when Paige was woken up a loud clap of thunder. She sat up quickly, gasping to get her breath back as she looked outside at the wind. She had been having a bad dream but she couldn't remember about what. It was all a blur.

She got up slowly so she didn't wake Emily, pulling her nightshirt on before heading to the bathroom. She was wide awake and not ready to go back to sleep, but she made her way back to the room anyway, stretching as she peered out of the window. She frowned, squinting into the dark to see someone walking slowly through the sand, just like the night before. She kept watching as the figure stopped walking and turned so they were facing each other. She couldn't see the person's face, but she felt a chill go through her nonetheless. This wasn't a coincidence. This was someone who knew them, watching them.

She quickly left the room and went down to where Toby and Spencer were staying. She shook Toby awake, jumping herself as he gasped and pulled the covers up further to cover the fact that he wasn't wearing clothes.

"Paige, what the fuck?"

"They're back," she hissed. "Whoever it is outside."

"I, uh, you need to give me a second."

"It's okay," she replied, smirking at him. "I'm not wearing anything under this, either."

He followed her out to the sunroom and opened the door, stepping outside with his gun in his hands. He turned to her, motioning for her to step back.

"Stay inside," he instructed. She nodded, watching as he walked off into the howling wind.

"Paige?"

She jumped, whirling around. Emily was standing behind her, looking half asleep.

"Baby, it's okay," she soothed, going over to her.

"What's going on?"

"Toby's just taking a look around outside. Nothing to worry about."

"Did you… did you see them again?"

Paige nodded. Emily frowned.

"This is weird, Paige. Something isn't right."

"Toby will take care of it," she assured her. "Why don't you go back up to bed?"

"I'm scared," she replied. Paige pulled her into her arms, holding her close. She didn't blame her and if she was being honest, she kind of was, too. This whole thing was creeping her out and bringing back memories of being stalked the previous year.

"It's okay, Em. I promise."

"I couldn't find anyone," Toby told them as he came back inside. Paige's shoulders slumped.

"You believe me, right?"

"Yes. I didn't find a person, but I found this."

He showed them a black glove. Paige raised her eyebrows.

"I guess that came from our mystery person?"

"Probably. I'll keep it with me. In the mean time, I wouldn't worry."

"Toby, there's someone lurking around here at night. How are we not going to worry?"

"Hey, you're on the third floor. If someone comes in you'll know last."

"I just don't get it. They keep looking right at me."

"Paige, relax. You're being paranoid."

"I don't think I am," she argued.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm sure everything is okay. Just go back to sleep."

"Fine," she sighed. "Come on, Em."

They went back upstairs, Emily closing and locking the door behind them. They crawled back into bed and huddled under the covers, neither one of them able to fall back to sleep.

"Toby's probably right," Paige told her girlfriend, who was peering out of the window. "Let's not worry."

"They're still out there," Emily replied softly. Paige looked too and saw that Emily was in fact right; the hooded figure was back on the beach, their back to the window.

"There's nothing we can do," Paige reminded her, although she was afraid. "Lie down, sweetie. It will be okay."

Emily reluctantly did, snuggling against Paige. She was afraid. She didn't know of what yet, but she knew she should be.

"I don't know if I can fall back to sleep."

"How about a back rub?" Paige asked. Emily smiled slightly.

"I guess I can't say no to that."

She rolled over, feeling Paige's hand gently stroking her back. It worked, and before she knew it, she was drifting back to sleep, Paige not far behind.