“What do you mean you lost them out there?!”, Kiara screams at the Sheriff. “John B and Sarah rode right into the storm with their shiff. We couldn’t chase them”, the Sheriff answers. “Are they dead?”, Pope asks. The Sheriff stills before replying, “We don’t know. No one could survive this storm, kids.” “You can’t be serious”, JJ whispers and drives his hands through his hair.

The others begin sobbing. Kiaras parents drive up, Pope’s parents too, picking their children up, hugging them. Their best friend is missing, probably dead somewhere in the ocean. JJ stands alone alone, tears streaming down his cheek. His dad isn’t coming, of course. It doesn’t surprise him. You walk up to the tent that the officers built up. “JJ?”, you call out. Your face is teary, worried about your boyfriend after you heard what happened.