Blacktail Deer Plateau I once threw beer at a swan and then it attacked my niece Rebecca

No cousins, either. Drat. How could they all be so scattered? Weren't at least some of them bound to be around here, somewhere—and together at that? Timberlake didn't hide the despondent look on his face, and instead of being keen on continuing the conversation, he just wanted to leave. Go to the ocean, decompress.

No, actually. . .he wanted to go home. That would be even better.

Yeah, that would be nice, thank you, he responded, forcing a smile. She didn't deserve a mopey visitor, after all. But if he stayed any longer, the young man was afraid he was about to get real existential and depressing. Uh, I'm traveling around a lot, but I'll be on the coast for a little while, he guessed. I live up north in a place called Round Valley.

Hopefully, he would see her. Seeing her would mean good news. And once he received good news, he'd be in much better spirits. He bid the girl adieu after her response and headed toward the waves, looking for a brief escape.