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Wandering along the beach looking for any sign of him, December could see nobody around. Nothing but the long stretch of smooth sand, piles of driftwood and the odd collection of dark green seaweed covered in golden sand. December took a deep breath, breathing in those fresh ocean scents and listened as the waves pounded the shore in the distance. She shivered. There were a few houses scattered around the edge of the beach, but all appeared to be empty. There were no lights switched on, no sounds coming from any of them. It was eerily silent except for the crashing of the waves. As she neared the water, it was then that she noticed a lone person in the water. A surfer. She recalled that Meredith had said he was surfing in Tofino. It must be him, she thought. That must be Oliver. Searchin