Even if the idea was completely stupid, it's not that far. You get up, pamper your feet with the usual, get dressed and you leave for the beach. It's not even 7 in the morning, yet you catch yourself almost running like a maniac. You couldn't shake the thought of someone actually breaking in your apartment, TWICE, only to appreciate your feet. For so many years you hoped for this kind of predicament, now wasn't the time to get cold feet.
Twenty minutes goes by, you finally arrive on the broadwalk and walk around.
The whole beach is practically desert, leaving you clueless as to where you should start looking. The area was split in three between the docks, the stores and the old part of the beach.
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