"I'm headed to the dock by me," you reply.
"Be careful not to fall in the water," Anuja says.
"You're going to the water too," you point out.
"Yeah, where there will be sand, not slippery wood planks I could fall off of and hit my head. Just please be careful."
Next
There are half a dozen boats at the dock when you get there, and not a soul in sight. The structure is sturdy, but it creaks under your feet as you make your way down to the boats. The fog is so thick you can barely see the water.
Seating yourself at the very edge of the dock, you flip your book open and read as you listen to the water licking the wooden beams and the sides of the vessels. Every now and then, you look up to see if there's anything that's changed in your surroundings. There never is. Still, you find yourself rereading the same pages over and over again, unable to focus on the words in front of your eyes when every little movement out of the corner of your eye causes you to flinch.
You Are Very Alone Here