walking between the raindrops, riding the aftershock beside you
off into the sunset, living like there's nothing left to lose
chasing after gold mines, crossing the fine lines we knew
hold on and take a breath, i'll be here every step
walking betwee...
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Isis insists to see her father's corpse. But it upsets her even more. His face, usually so bright and cheerful, is pale, and his eyes no longer show any emotion. But even that doesn't make her realize that he's really gone. She can't accept it.
She feels awfully guilty. If she'd been worried last night, even a little bit, maybe he would still be there.
Lana is out with the officers all day. At some point, John B offers to take Isis to the beach, so she wouldn't be alone. He knows she loves to watch the waves. Totally wiped out, she doesn't reply. She just cannot speak. But he understands anyway. With the others, he drives her to the beach. She tries to resist, but not long. She know deep down she needs it.
Fortunatly, the sea is really calm. The waves wash peacefully ashore on the sand, and bring to Isis an ephemeral feeling of serenity.
"I don't understand how he could've drowned."
"JJ," warns Kie.
"No, really! It's nonsense. Scooter was one of the best fishermen on this island. He was too experimented to just get caught in a storm."
"He would never have done it willingly," affirms Isis in a shattered voice. "JJ's right, it's fucking nonsense."
She's upset. Everyone can feel it. She's sad, and angry at whoever, whatever caused this. Angry at herself, perhaps. Even angry at this fucking storm that took her father away. He's not supposed to die now. It's impossible. He just can't leave them, her and her mom, alone. They still need him, for a long, long time. It doesn't feel right.
John B tightens his hug around her slight body. She starts sobbing again, and hides her face in his neck. Afflicted, Kie takes her hand to show her support.
Isis feels nearly good, at this moment. But it can't last forever. She has to go home with her mother. She doesn't want to, though. But she has no choice.
Walking through her door made her sick. She forces herself to stay for the night, but she acts like a zombie, a walking corpse. She can't even hear her mom crying. She's just... sitting there, feeling empty. All night long. She probably sleeps for a few hours, but it's all the same when she wakes up. She doesn't come out of her bed until sun gets low.
