LA, 1973

The sun is setting over the water, the ocean turning a deep orange as opposed to a deep blue. It's empty at this time of day. Holland sits at the edge of the water, leaning back on his hands. He had never been a big fan of the beach, but his daughter, Holly, loved it. The fourteen year old girl is playing by some rocks a ways away, lost in her own little world. Holland's partner (and begrudging best friend, even if they won't admit it), Jackson, sat next to him, grumbling about sand in his crotch.

He's counting down the minutes before they get to go home, when he sees something out of the corner of his eye, a few feet away. A woman, who had certainly not been there a few minutes ago. She was halfway in the water, her lower half hidden and her top half-... exposed. Not a swim suit in sight. What the hell?!