Not a wheeze, not a cough. An unfamiliar sound................. wait, it actually sounds like some weird, mechanical wheeze. A black, wooden door magically appeared on a brick wall on the side of a restaurant in Florida. The door opened and out stepped a man who looked to be on his way to some formal event. Nice, slim, pressed suit, shiny shoes, a bow tie, and neatly groomed. Good looking, elegant, classy. The door shut behind him. He placed his hand on the door, it was heating up.

[i]I must let you rest a bit[i/]

He spoke to it as if it was a living thing. Surely it was something special. It appeared out of thin air, and some stranger just walked out of it. Keep in mind that there was no door before.

As he strolled down the street, he passed by s hop with the news on. The anchor was reporting from the nearby beach which he said had been shut down by the US Government for undisclosed reasons. Earlier footage showed US soldiers kicking beachgoers off the beach. Bummer since it was the perfect day.

Asking the person next to him, they explained to the man that the beach was a few blocks down the road from here. There was time to kill. Lots of it actually.

As he approached the beach, he was stopped by someone who seemingly was told to go home. The old fellow advised Mr. bow tie to turn back as no one was allowed on the beach. They told him that soldiers with guns were patrolling the beach, making sure no one trespassed. Of course, he didn't listen to the old guy, and continued to make his way towards the beach. From a distance, he saw the soldiers. As well as several men in suits. Humvees, the whole shibang.

Getting closer still, he saw a lone girl close to the tape that forbade access to anybody trying to get across. At least he wasn't the only crazy one trying to find out what was going on.

Approaching the young lady, he tapped her on her right shoulder and stood next to her.

"Hello miss"