A lighting strike would've gotten less reaction out of Greg. He sits ramrod straight, eyes wide and full of disbelief, hope already overflowing.

"Steven!" He rushes the back doors, looking for signs of his son. Of course he got away, Steven's smart, and resourceful, and brave, of course he made it home safe. "Oh thank goodness, I thought she--"

There's no one there. Greg stares at the empty beach. He was sure he heard... has he lost it entirely? It feels like it.