After the Florida Super Con. where David had been one of the hosts, his family decided to spend a short vacations there in Miami.

When David was done helping Wilfred fix their hair and they went inside with their siblings and mom, His gaze drifted back to the sunset. Then, he spotted a lean figure sat by themselves down on the beach. He tilted his head slightly in curiosity—by the way they sat, it seemed they might be too young to be by themselves. Was there something more behind their peaceful but lonely pose? His father instincts were starting to kick in, even though they may be an adult if approached.

The warm sun hung low in the horizon, casting golden rays that shimmered on the gentle, rolling waves. The salty breeze tousled their hair as they sat alone on the soft, sandy beach, knees drawn up to their chest, arms wrapped around their shins. Their gaze was fixed on the endless blue, the endless expanse of the ocean, where the water met the sky in a seamless horizon of deep blue and shimmering teal. Small shells and bits of driftwood were scattered around them, evidence of the ocean's quiet passage.

Nearby, seagulls called softly, their wings gliding effortlessly against the wind. Despite the bustling life of the sea, the person seemed lost in their own world—calm, reflective, as if contemplating something quietly profound. Perhaps their thoughts drifted far beyond the shoreline, carried away with each gentle wave that lapped at their feet.