Lucie finds herself on the beach, with a lighthouse looming in the distance. She peers out into the night, but only the lighthouse stares back, and what little of the island is actually visible appears to be completely deserted. She shivers and zips up her jacket, then after another moment of looking around, stuffs her hands in her pockets and trudges towards the lighthouse. It doesn't look very inviting, but it's the only shelter in sight.
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