05:24:09 AM

“I’m no doctor, but that oughtta do it.”

He finished cleaning her wounds and closed up his first aid kit.

“I’m Ray,” he said, helping Audrey to her feet, adding, “by the way.”

“Oh,” she said, “You’re a poet.”

“And didn’t even realize it,” Ray smiled. Then he turned serious. “How did this happen?”

Images flashed in Audrey’s mind. Getting a phone call. Driving through the city. Getting hit from the side. Darkness. Swimming. More darkness. Audrey couldnt come up with anything that made sense. She shrugged.

“Anybody I can call for ya?” Ray asked.

Audrey thought, then shook her head.

“Okay,” Ray said, lifting her onto the quad, “But think about it while I finish up here.” He indicated behind the quad. A small trailer was attached to it, half filled with bundled trash bags. “I gotta get the beach cleaned up before it opens.”