Rafe was at the beach, with his friends, doing whatever kooks do. He was crazy, he wasn't in a good way, he was killing people without meaning to left right and centre, but keeping them all a secret.

You were a Pogue, you and the others were also at the beach, smoking and drinking and surfing and other stuff.

Rafe watched from afar, he wanted to go over to cause a scene, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. You, you were the most beautiful girl he had seen, but you were a pogue.