A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews guys! Things start getting dramatic soon, so get ready!

Emily was woken up by soft kisses being pressed to her neck, hair tickling her skin. She slightly opened her eyes, a smile crossing her face when she saw Paige leaning over her, kissing her gently to wake her up.

"Well, look who it is," she greeted her, smirking at her sleepy girlfriend. "I tired you out last night, huh?"

"You always do," Emily replied, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "Did I over sleep?"

"No, you're good. We still have another hour before the others want to leave."

"I guess I should get up, then."

"Hold it," Paige replied, pinning her to the bed. "I have a better idea."

"Paige, no," she sighed, trying to protest. "We'll never be on time. I wanted to shower."

Paige pouted, looking at her. Emily sighed dramatically. She could never say no to those giant brown eyes.

"Fine. But make it quick."

It was another forty minutes before they finally made it out of their room, giggling as they made their way downstairs. Everyone else was there, dressed and ready to go.

"Look who finally decided to join us," Spencer greeted them, grinning. "I think I might want to burn that bed when we leave."

"Fuck you. We're all doing it," Paige replied, and everyone else in the room suddenly became extremely interested in their phones. "See?"

"Anyway," she replied dismissively. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, yeah."

They all left the house, making their way down to the board walk. None of them noticed the figure watching from the side of the house.

Things were going smoothly until lunchtime, when they went to the stand at the edge of the beach. Paige could see who was already standing there as she approached, her shoulders slumping. Mona and Caleb, who never agreed about anything, rolled their eyes at each other as Spencer cursed under her breath.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, Spencer," Shana replied as Paige stared at Spencer in surprise. The great Spencer Hastings did not curse unless she was really upset.

Emily understood what all the distress was about as she recognized the woman from the bar. It was Shana, Paige's ex. Someone who had caused her a lot of heart ache, something she didn't need any more of. She had some nerve showing up here, and Emily was finding it hard to just mind her own business as they all stood there, looking at one another.

"If you all wouldn't find, I'd like to talk to Paige without you all staring at us."

"Absolutely not," Paige replied curtly as Emily gripped her arm. "I don't know what sick game you think you're playing, but you need to stop following me. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. And I'd really appreciate it if you would leave me alone."

"Paige-."

"It's been over a year, Shana. You didn't give a shit then and I don't understand why all of a sudden you give a shit now."

"You'd understand if you would just let me-."

"I don't care! Don't you get that?" People were starting to stare. She couldn't stop herself though, all of her hurt bubbling to the surface. "You don't get to just crawl back here like nothing happened! You really fucked me over and I don't want to see you! I don't even need you. Because I'm in love with someone ten hundred times the person you will ever be. So go home and stop fucking following me around!"

It was silent. Everyone in the vicinity was staring at them, waiting to see if the fight was going to escalate. Shana pursed her lips and nodded, looking around at each of them.

"Fine," she replied softly. "I think you're going to be sorry."

She walked away, leaving them all staring after her. Paige clenched her fists, anger welling inside of her. She didn't know why her ex was suddenly so interested in talking to her, but each time she saw her she was only reminded of how worthless she had felt when she had found out she had been cheated on. If it weren't for Emily, she didn't think she would have ever come to feel valued.

"Paige?" Emily asked softly. "Honey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she replied, smiling at her girlfriend. It wasn't a lie, either. She was okay, and as long as she had Emily by her side, that wouldn't change.

"Can we eat now?" Hanna asked, and the mood was lightened as everyone laughed.

It was late by the time they got back to the beach house. The wind was picking up, a signal that yet another storm was on its way. Sand whipped across the beach and made the night unseasonably chilly as they waited for Spencer to unlock the door, shivering in their wet bathing suits. When she opened the door, her attention was caught by an envelope sitting on the floor, as if someone had slipped it under the door.

"What's that?" she asked as Toby bent to pick it up. He wordlessly handed it to Paige.

"Paige?" Mona started. "I know you may not want to, but if that's from Shana….. maybe you should read it. There must really be something she wants you to know."

She looked at the envelope for a moment, taking a deep breath. Mona was right. Maybe it had nothing to do with their relationship. Even if it did, it wouldn't change her mind. She had to admit she was curious.

"Okay," she agreed, opening the envelope. She backed away so she could have privacy, reading the letter.

Paige, I understand why you don't want to talk to me, and I really am sorry. I know you think I'm not, but you have to believe that isn't true. I did love you and I know I made an awful mistake by leaving you. One that I can never take back and one that you will never let me make right. I have been trying so hard to talk to you for a reason. I think I am in danger, and in case something happens to me, I want you to know how sorry I am and I regret what happened every second of every day. I wish you and Emily all the happiness in the world. Shana.

She stared at the letter, multiple thoughts and emotions racing through her mind. Shana hadn't been trying to win her back. She had just been trying to make things right, to get Paige to forgive her. And she had done nothing but brush her off. Guilt overtook her as she reread the letter. Yes, Shana had done a horrible thing, and she didn't deserve a second chance romantically speaking. But the least she could have done was hear her out.

The danger part bothered her, too. She didn't know what that meant or how serious it was, but it made her feel uneasy. She handed the letter to Toby.

"What do we do?" she asked softly. "I think she needs help. That's why she came back. I wouldn't listen."

"Paige, you can't blame yourself," Caleb told her. "You reacted p-."

"It doesn't matter, Caleb. She could be in trouble."

"Call her," Emily suggested, drawing everyone's attention. "See if she answers."

"Emily…"

"Paige, please. If she's in trouble, I want you to help her. I trust you."

She nodded, pulling her phone from her bag. She dialed Shana's number and waited. No one answered.

"Maybe she was making it up so you'd listen?" Hanna suggested. Paige shook her head.

"I don't think so."

"There isn't really anything we can do," Toby told her. "I'm sure she'll be fine."

Paige didn't reply. Something told her that wasn't true, and she didn't want to accept that she couldn't do anything about it. She had been told the same thing about Alison last year.

"I'll figure something out," Paige replied. "She'll answer eventually."

"I'm tired," Emily announced. "I'm going to get ready for bed. Are you coming, Paige?"

"Yeah," she replied, stuffing the letter in her bag. "I'm coming."

They said their good nights and went their separate ways. Paige closed their door, watching Emily as she pulled her pajamas out of the drawer.

"Em?" she started meekly. "Are you angry at me?"

"What?" Emily asked, genuinely surprised. "No. Why would I be angry at you?"

"This whole Shana thing."

"Paige, none of this is your fault. You didn't ask her to come here. I know it upsets you to see her. And I know I don't have to worry about you leaving me."

"You definitely don't," she agreed.

"Anyway, I don't want to be one of those possessive girlfriends. If you and Shana can patch things up enough to be friends, that's okay with me."

Paige smiled at her girlfriend. Emily was so sweet and understanding. She didn't think she would be that secure if the situations were reversed.

"Thanks, Em. I don't think I want to be friends, though. I just want to make sure she's okay."

"I understand," Emily told her, kissing her softly. "I love you, Paige."

"I love you, too."

"Now, what do you say we get changed and cuddle for a little bit?"

"I like the sound of that."

Paige took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she sat in bed next to Emily. She had had another nightmare, although it hadn't been clear like the last, and she could feel herself starting to panic, just like back when Alison was killed. She slid out of bed and crept down the stairs, opening the door and stepping outside for some fresh air. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, starting to feel calmer as the wind whipped around her face. This was exactly what she needed.

She stepped onto the sand, walking around a bit as she calmed down. It was cold outside and she felt better, so she started back for the house when she suddenly got the strange feeling that someone was watching her. She slowly turned around, and had her suspicions confirmed when she saw a figure standing off in the distance, clouded by the mist. Not wanting to stick around and find out who it was, she turned around and ran back to the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Paige?"

She nearly screamed when she noticed Toby sitting in the chair, eating a bowl of cereal. She put her hand on her chest, taking a deep breath.

"You scared the shit out of me, Toby."

"What were you doing?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing. Just going for a walk."

"In the middle of the night?"

"I had a nightmare. Why are you playing twenty questions?"

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she replied, and with that she walked back up to her room. When she opened the door Emily was just getting up, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw her.

"I was just about to go looking for you. Where were you?"

"I had a bad dream. I went out for a walk."

"By yourself?" Emily asked incredulously. "Paige, that…. whoever that person is could be lurking out there. It could be a serial killer or something."

"Honey, relax. I'm fine."

"Next time, wake me up," she instructed as Paige climbed into bed. "If you have to go outside I can at least go with you."

"Em, don't worry. I don't-."

"Paige, please. Do you not remember everything that happened last year?"

"How could I forget?" she asked, pulling the covers up.

"Exactly. It's not safe to just go walking around by yourself at night."

"Okay. I won't."

"Good," she replied, snuggling up against her. "Are you okay to go back to sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm fine," she promised gently, kissing her softly. "Go to sleep, okay?"

Emily smiled and nodded. Paige closed her eyes, feeling safe in Emily's arms, and it wasn't long before she was able to drift off to sleep.