Morgan drove, he had been driving for a whole day now. He drove towards the west, towards the coast, towards the waves. Cold waves, fresh waves. Different from the dry air he inhaled now. The car slowed down, the road ahead was blocked. Tons upon tons of cars were parked on both lanes, doors opened and seats empty. He could hear the sea caressing the sand. So close. With screeching tires, the car made a full turn, going off-road onto the mossy pavement. It drove through an empty city center, crushed trash and scared off pigeons. It then found some not-so steep rocks, and it descended. A very bumpy descent, yet the car pulled through. The canoe however, did not. Those ropes finally snapped, and it fell off. The car drove on, it slipped through the sand until finally coming to an end. Very close to the sea, the last stop. One last moan from the trusty engine. It remained silent for a while, until the door at the drivers'' side was pushed open. A sloshing, wet creature stepped out, heavily leaning against the car. With calculated steps, it maneuvered around the vehicle to the other side. Blue eyes were locked onto the ocean, and it let out a high-pitched ''gurghl''. Three antennas were sticking out of its head, flowing with the wind, freed from the metal cage. It opened the door, rubbish fell out. She was still laying there, underneath the blanket. She looked just like him. Carefully, the creature took her in his arms. A humid ''slosh'' came from her seat, and nothing but black goop was left behind. The child wrapped her muddy arms around his wet waist, and the creature let her head rest on his shoulder. Then he walked. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.