To put it simply, it’s a hot summer’s day, in Cali.

The already blinding sunbeams reflect off of both the sand and water, leaving everyone to submit to their sunglasses.

.. even those who’ve seen horrors beyond comprehension, such as Sidney.

She lies atop her towel, feeling the sun penetrate her skin, giving her a nice tan, and dewy skin.

Her head lolls back against the sand, sunglasses perched neatly on her nose bridge, eyes shut, even below them. Dark brown hair, despite being tied in a ponytail, still splays out on the bank.

She’s practically dozing off— something she’d never be able to do, a few years back. She’s far .. calmer, now. Or rather, isn’t hunted by literal serial killers, as often as she once was.

.. the beach is peaceful, oddly enough. It’s pretty goddamn popular— especially when it’s a summer day, open skies, and a B-class celebrity is just relaxing on the sand.

The tide rolls up slightly, the cool water licking at her feet. It only serves to calm her more, the shade from her umbrella acting as a balm to her migraine-strained head. She’s almost smiling.

Almost.