[Lucy couldn't see her roommate's rolling eyes, but her shoulders twitched at the answer. Rather than engaging with that, though, she continued.]

It was raining. And cold. There was a boy there—

[Now Lucy did turn, halfway, and pointed at a spot on the sand a bit behind her.]

He seemed important. Like I didn't need to be reminded of who he was, but I can't remember his face.

[An uncomfortable shifting on her feet.]

I think...something awful was about to happen. And I couldn't warn him.