Abby was shocked, first at the sight of someone her age being shot at point blank range then in confusion when that same someone got up from the deadly attack like it was nothing and ran off in just his tacky boxers and a bright orange flame on his forehead. It took her a few moments to wrap her mind around the situation but once she did, she realized that she was the only one left in the festival grounds. She could hear the authorities moving in closer so she jumped up, double checked the forgotten unconscious man (he [i]seemed[/i] okay) and ran away to catch up with the others.

"Hey, wait up!" She cried out, hanging on just by the edges of the group as she followed them through the twists and turns of Trespiano's backstreets. After turning another corner, Abby was finally out of the alleys and greeted with a jaw-dropping sight. Now, Abby has been to several kinds of beaches over the course of her life. From the Coney Island beaches just a couple of miles from her Manhattan home to the white sandy beaches of Hawaii. But never had she seen one that looked as beautiful as the shores of Trespiano. The blue Italian sky seemed to go on forever, making it difficult to tell where the sky ended and the sea began. The white sands of Trespiano's beach seemed untouched by man, most likely because of the festival. But even Abby could see that the beach was well taken care of with the lack of trash and debris she was used to seeing on other beaches. In the back of her mind, the blond knew the beach wasn't really as amazing as she perceived it to be but the added euphoria from thoughts of adventure seemed to give it that extra dazzle. 

Abby scrambled to take her sneakers off before jumping onto the warm sand, relishing the feeling of the tiny grains digging in between her toes. She took a few seconds to admire the scene around her when she noticed something red out of the corner of her eye. Looking away from the group towards a couple of rocks sitting along the shore a good number of yards away, Abby saw Sonya standing on top of the tallest rock, her long-hair flowing behind her like a declaration. And rushing towards her form was the half-naked Naoto.

"There she is!" She yelled to the others standing just a few feet away from her.