I woke up feeling the cold hard tile against my back, and my eyes were having trouble adjusting to the bright light. It took a few seconds for the room to come into focus. Once it did, I noticed that I was still in the bathroom, lying on the floor. I tried to sit up and the room started spinning. I heard voices whispering outside the bathroom door.
"You're going back out there aren't you?" the female voice asked. I had to strain to catch it, but once I did, realized the female voice belonged to Pam.
The male voice must belonged to O'Brian and when he spoke, you could hear the fear in it, "Yes I am, specially if it will give us any clues on the killer."
You could tell Pam was concerned by the shakiness of her voice. "In that case, you be careful. The storm sounds like it's going to be a bitch tonight," she stated.
She was right, I could hear the sound of the thunder storming thorugh the sky, while lightning cracked across it like a whip. The wind sounded as if the ghost riders were set free. The building shook every few seconds from the force of the wind. Grabbing a hold of the sink, I pulled myself up on shaky legs. I walked toward the bathroom door slowly, trying to keep the room still. They came into view as I leaned against the frame of the entrance way.
O'Brian looked at Pam and said, "Don't worry Pam. I can take care of myself. It's my team that I'm worried about. Whatever's out there isn't going to be friendly, and I'm afraid they won't be able to handle it."
I could see the fear outlined on his face and knew there was something else he wasn't telling us. They always say a witch has a six sence and mine's coming in full force. Moving out into the small hallway caused them to turn my way. Pam smiled at me and asked, "Hey CC. You feeling better."
I just shook my head yes and turned to O'Brian and asked, " What are you not telling us?"
He raised an eyebrow and answered, "What do you mean Cecelia?"
I shrugged and stated, "My six sense is kicking in and I believe your hiding something from us."
He just stared at me, shrugged, opened the door, and walked out without saying a word. Leaving Pam and I staring after him with shocked faces. Pam turned to me with a scorn on her face and complained, "Well that was rude fo him. Not answering your question like that and leaving without saying goodbye."
Sighing, I closed the door and locked it. In a way I agree withher, but tonight was not the night to worry about it. It was nearly midnight and we needed our rest.
"I think we need to be going to bed. We have a lond day ahead of us," I stated.
Pam pushed past me into the bathroom shouting, "I got the bathroom first."
Rolling my eyes, I walked to the window and looked out. Nothing could be seen and it was pitch black with fog as thick as smoke. Something caught my eye to the right. I turned that way and saw something moving around in the fog. It was more an outline, but still visible causing a bad feeling to shot through me. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed a flash light and my rain coat. Stuffing the light into my pocket until I got down stairs. I crossed the room, pulling on my coat as I went. Silently unlocking the door, so not to let Pam hear, I stepped outside into the hall. Locking the doors behind me, I headed for the elevators. They were empty at this time of night, so no one could go back and tattle on me. As I passed the desk, no one seemed to notice me, for they had their noses glued to the TV. The late news was forcasting the current storm and how much damage it's done so far and how much more it will do. Slipping through the doors, I pulled out the flashlight and turned it on. Not sure why I have it. Don't think it will do me any good in this mess. Pulling my rain coat around me even tighter, I ran out into the night. I was unaware how bad the storm really was until I came out from underneath the awning of the hotel. The wind was howling and blowing like a hurricane, while the rain looked like sheets of ice coming down from the sky. From all the mist and fog swirling in the air, I couldn't see two inches in front of my nose. Running straight into the storm, I made my way through the rain across the strip toward the beach. It was almost like I was being called by some unknown force.
Three minutes later my flash light died and I cursed under my breath. I started to shake the damn thing, finally gave up when it wouldn't come back on. I threw it forward and it crashed against something hard. Putting my hands out in front of me, I found my path blocked by some sort of obstruction. I felt along the structure with my hands and began moving toward my left checking for any type of openings. Each time I moved, I only came up against cold wet stone. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I came to the edge of the building and found empty space beside the structure. I realized that this was some sort of opening between the two buildings and it was large enough for a person to walk through. I walked down the path carefully making sure my feet didn't trip on anything by scooting them across the ground. I finally came out on the other side, when the elements hit me full force in the face. Through the thick fog you could barely make out the lights along the shore, that on a clear night could be seen from a distance. Now they looked like someone had covered them with white cloth to block the light from the ocean's view. My knees brushed along something hard and cold. I finally made it to the stone wall that seperated the boardwalk from the beach area. I kept walking not sure what it was that I was looking for, while listning to the sound of the ocean getting closer by the minute.
I was soaked to the bone; my clothes were stuck to me like a second skin and still haven't found what I was looking for. What ever that was?. Even though the lights were lit up and down the coast line it was still hard to see through all the fog. I walked toward the border where the atlantic met the sandy shore. You could tell where the waves hit, dragging off the beach by the deep impressions in the muddy substance. The violent winds must have been lifting the waves up extremely high to get that kind of impact. After several minutes fo watching the strand I began walking back across the beach to the boardwalk, when an uneasy feeling past over me, causing me to stop in my tracks.