I’m a little disappointed that Layla won’t come. We used to love going to the ocean together. Everyone in our town did. But that was before the ocean became dangerous. Unpredictable. Risky. Everyone is scared of the water now. I know I shouldn’t go there but my curiosity gets the best of me. It overcomes my fear. And if I’m not afraid then why shouldn’t I go? Every time I go there I look for clues as to why people have been going missing. Layla looks for dangers. She gets nervous the second she sees the water. She starts to feel uneasy. How’s she supposed to find clues if she’s so distracted? Maybe that’s why she doesn’t want to come anymore. But I like having her with me. She reminds me to be careful. To watch my step and to keep an eye on the water. What if I forget about all the danger? Fear is crawling in. I’m approaching the water cautiously. What could cause all those people to disappear? Could it just be a shark? No, sharks don’t actually kill a lot of people. I haven’t found anything yet but maybe that’s because I stay on the shore. It would be dangerous to go in the water but I don’t think I’ll find anything if I don’t. I go on the dock and look over the edge. I don’t see anything alarming. I jump in.