Talk:Beach/Shore/@comment-5082922-20130721084429/@comment-5082922-20130721131644

{{Isa Fairchild|| "No, Alexander... I can't... I must be... S-s-strong... I can't tell you. I mustn't. And if I do..." Her eyes trails off into the distance and she turns her head. A little part on the third scar, had been ripped open. A faint trail of blood, falls down on her cheek. Various bruises are covering her body. "Bad t-t-things will h-happen..."