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Outside, the storm began to wane—lightning ceased, thunder subsided, rain beat more gently with soft, pattering sounds against the clapboard. In the distance someone ran along the shore playing tag with the crashing waves. Tom watched transfixed, wondering who in the world would be out in a storm like this.

Tom whirled around. From far away he heard a door slamming. Just the wind, right? He must have left a window open somewhere. Looking back out onto the shore, Tom saw no sign of the mysterious person on the beach. He knew he better go and find out where that open window was. He walked up the stairs to begin what would be a futile search.