Morning came sooner than Sam wanted it too. It was a cool, grey morning, but a sea of dull, depressing light filled the tent. Sam rose from Nate's arms and took off her sweater and pj's. She slipped her swim shorts over her sun-bleached bathin suit that rarely left her body, especially when she was in Tofino. She left the tent as she pulled her tangled hair into a ponytail. The ocean dangerously rough, it was like the anger she released last night was let out into the water and now it was rebelling back at Sam. The crashing sets made her feel like they were insider her head rather than in front of her eyes. The loud splashes of water echoed through her head like the memories that made getting up everyday that much harder. At that momment, her urge to enter the waves left her as her heart ached for something different. She started to run. Her mind was empty, but her feet were carrying her to a place she feared and to a place she'd never thought she would see again. Her body ached but her feet kept moving. As she got closer, her heart was beating faster. She kne what she would see and she wanted to scream at her feet to stop, but she knew it was no use. Her heart was the only part urging her feet to move faster. Just through these rocks... As she climbed through the rocks in front of her she saw exactly what she had invisioned. A downward slope to another bed of rocks with the best view of the ocean. This was her and Riley's spot since they were kids. The only other person that had seen it was their Mother. They brought her there and from then on it was like their secret. The last time she had seen this spot was just after their Mother had died. Her and Riley trecked down here after they had spread her ashes off her surfboard in the middle of the ocean, their last trip to Tofino as a family. Her heart ached more, moving her feet cautiiously down the hill to the spot where they would always sit. The spot that they had sworn they would never visit again. Her mind became a movie screen as she replayed that day in her head like it was a tape that she found in a box with old family pictures. She fastfowarded past family picnics, the birth of Echo, and her and Riley's seventh birthday, to that day. They had both sat on the very rock she was sitting on and cried, they cried for hours. Her tears that never seemed to fully escape her returned to the brims of her eyes. "Big girls don't cry..." Her Mother's voice echoed through her mind and shook her body. This had never happened before. The voice sounded so real, like her Mother was right there. Sam's mind became a blur as it rewound to the day when she was 4 when she broke her arm trying to climb a tree at her Poppy's house. She remembered lying on the ground trying not to scream as her Mother and Riley stood over her in effort to calm her down. Sam was petrified. It was like her past was flying through her head at 15 frames per second, as if it were a projector. She looked beside her and Riley was sitting there, he was crying and his mouth was moving as if he were trying to scream at her. Not in anger, but in frustration. His face looked as if he were trapped in a glass box trying to communicate with her, trying to tell her something. But she couldn't hear anything. She got up and slowly backed off the rocks as Riley sat there screaming with no sound. It was like some terrible nightmare that never seems to end until you are about to die under the worst circumstances and you wake up in a cold sweat. She kept backing off getting ready to run, but she hit something behind her which made her jump. She turned around only to see her Mother, bald and in scrubs. She wasn't looking at Sam. She had a scared look on her face, a look that she had never seen her Mother portray before. Her Mother looked to the sky and mumbled a prair, as if she was sitting on the operating table. Sam ran back towards their tent until she heard a scream. She whipped around only to see another vision of her Mother. She was looking down into the sand, dressed in white and glowing. She had never seen her Mother so beautiful in her life. Sam slowly inched back towards her, until she saw her face. It was filled with sheer horror. Then a bloodcurdling scream left her lips. She started pulling at her hair and wincing from the pain. Sam stood there, looking at her Mother in hysterics. She walked forward and bent down, putting her hand on her shoulder. She felt her Mother's skin, it was warm like it always was. Her Mother was startled and looked up. "Oh no! Not you too baby!" Their eyes met. "What?" Sam asked confused. She had no idea what was going on. Her Mother pointed down, to where a black hole seemed to have formed. She was looking at something that was invisible to Sam. Sam couldn't take it anymore. She bolted. Back to the tent, back to Nate. She stopped at the tent and picked up her backpack that sat in front of it. She dug through until she found her cellphone which read 6:14 am. She dropped everything and looked at the water. The waves were even more furious. It was like they were fighting. Sam had never felt so confused, or scared, in her entire life. She grabbed her board, feeling as if she fought through the waves, she could fight for some sort of explanation to everything she just saw. Sam ran towards the waves. She was almost knocked off her feet at her first step into the water. She had anticipated such force. She paddled through, getting thrown into the water twice. It didn't stop her though.. nothing was going to stop her. She had never surfed in anything this intense. She finally reached a spot where the waves calmed just enough that she could keep a steady balance to find a wave to catch. And that's when she saw it, the perfect pipe. A risk, she knew it, but she had too much on her mind to care. She rode through the wave, weaving in and out to avoid loose waves that would send her soaring. As she escaped the cave of dark, angry water she saw Nate standing on the beach. She rode to shore only to see a face of mixed emotions. Fear, anger, confusion, and sheer amazement crossed his face. "What the hell are you doing!??! You could have died out there!" He said wading into the water to meet her, almost getting knocked off his feet the same way Sam did. She just jumped off her board which was immediately washed to shore and embraced him as if nothing, not even the waves crashing against them, could tear her from his arms...