[The view of the sea and the air of salt, surrounded by the high cliffsides brings back a faint memory, one that used to be painful. It was the beach where a new beginning emerged, crawling away from the earth and plunging itself into the bloodstream of an unwitting human.

Marianna is struck with mild surprise at how this sight doesn't hurt anymore and it is replaced with the newness of these circumstances. She runs a hand through her bangs as the ocean breeze kisses their faces.]

I hope we make it back.

[Back home, back to where they originated from.]

I hope you make it back. Me, I had a shift at a cafe, so hopefully, you have something that's a bit more fun than that to look forward to.

[She says that, but there is an understanding that their lives at this moment have taken a strange detour and they are but, the unwilling passengers. But if nothing else, they aren't alone.]