She tried to focus in one the object in the distance, but it was too far away to see. After a few minutes she noticed that the object was walking towards her. "Damn, I thought I was the only one on the beach today," she said to herself a little disappointed. "Well, as long as that person leaves me alone and stays over on their side of the beach, we shouldn't have any problems." She looked over one more time to see that the figure was still walking over to her. Renamon walks back from the ocean, lays in the sand, sighs, and says, "I guess I'm gonna have to deal with whoever it is," She puts her arms behind her head and finishes her sentence, "When they get here," as she nods off to sleep.
She slowly wakes up. "Man what time is it?", she asks herself, as she sits up and stretches.
Not noticing the the figure standing a few feet next to her, he replies, "Sometime in the afternoon."
He scares the living hell out of her. She looks over, but she can't see him because he is standing with the sun to his back. "Who the hell are you?", she demands. He doesn't respond. "I said who are you?, she demanded again getting a little annoyed. He doesn't answer again, but he stands in front of the sun so she can see him. As she looks up, she sees......
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