Michael responded with a smile before hopping out of the car. He got a better look at the beach and had to agree that Desmond was right. It looked beautiful. Michael closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the sea air. "You're right," he said, eyes turning to Desmond. "Best beach ever."

He smiled, thinking he ought to help a little and grabbed the cooler before Desmond. He suddenly took the lead, despite never being here before. All beaches had relatively the same layout: sand and ocean. So Michael headed for the sand. He liked laying out close enough to watch the tide roll in and out.