Rhys stumbled down the staircase, watching the waves crash against the shore through the windows. "Why are you awake?" His brother Gabriel asked. Though he had decided just that year that he preferred to be called Gabe. He was fourteen years old, making him the youngest in the family.

"What do you mean?" Rhys muttered. "School starts today."

His brother laughed, "Mom didn't tell you?" Rhys shook his head, Gabe's loud voice was only making his head hurt more. "She isn't letting you go to school because of your concussion," he said.

Rhys pushed past him and entered the kitchen, his brother was always trying to drive him insane. "Mom?" he asked, seeing her beside the coffee pot. She turned around to face her son, but not before pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"You should go back to bed sweetheart, the doctor said to keep you home for a few days to recover." Her hair was slicked back into a bun and Rhys knew they were starting work today. They were going to leave him at home with nothing to do all day.

"I feel fine mom," he argued.

"You should just let him go," his dad interjected, as he entered the kitchen. Rhys sighed, the last thing he wanted was to get his parents arguing, and they would get into fights about almost anything.

"He's staying home," his mother demanded.

Rhys nodded, "It's fine dad. I'll just go back to bed." This was not what he actually planned on doing though. If his parents were going to go off to start their new jobs at some law firm, and his siblings were all going to start school today, then Rhys refused to stay home.

He went back to his bedroom and collapsed back onto the bed. "Rhys?" Alexis asked through the closed door. "Can I come in?"

Rhys called her in, and sat up to see what she wanted. "What is it?" He asked when she came in.

"Mom said to bring you some aspirin," she said, holding out a glass of water and a small pill. When he took them she closed the door and whispered, "You're not actually going to stay home are you?"

He shrugged before ushering her her out of the room and closing the door behind her. His younger siblings often drove him mad with all their questions, but he didn't blame them. Though he did wish his parents were there for them more often. Rhys looked down at the aspirin in his hand before swallowing it along with the water. His head felt like it was going through the worst headache he had ever had.

Rhys laid back down on the bed and thought about the girl. She had felt so real, like she was really sitting next to him in that car. Who is she? He wondered. As confusing as the visions were, a part of him wanted to know more about her.

The loud slam of the front door closing echoed back to him, and he knew his parents had finally left. Jumping to his feet, Rhys grabbed some clothes and quickly got changed. He then headed to the front door, and found the pair of keys his parents had given him a few days before. With the key in the lock, he closed the door behind him, and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. His parent's had been wrong, the best thing for him was just being outside.

Rhys started into town, on foot this time, as he didn't want to go anywhere near the bike yet. The first building he noticed this time was a visitor's centre. It was just a small panelled building, with a boardwalk up to the glass doors. "Hello?" Rhys called, stepping inside the centre.

"Welcome to Oceanside," a man greeted from behind the counter. He had all sorts of key chains and snow globes set up around the room for sale. The man look to be in his sixties, with almost all grey hair and tired looking eyes. "You look familiar, boy," he said, an odd look now on his face, as he stared scrutinizingly at Rhys. "Do I know you?"

Rhys smiled at the man and walked up to the front desk. "I don't think so," he said, "my family just moved here from Seattle."

"Odd, very odd," the man mumbled. "You just look like someone I knew a long time ago," he said, brushing off the topic.

"What's this?" Rhys asked, pointing at a drawing he had just noticed. It showed a tunnel going through a cliff on a beach, and it felt strangely familiar to Rhys, just as he had to the man.

"Oh, that's the tunnel through Maxwell point," the man said. "It has become quite the tourist attraction, but the secret is, there's another tunnel down on Agate beach that leads to-"

"Short beach," Rhys interrupted. It had escaped his mouth before he had even known what he was saying.

"Yes, that's right," the man nodded. "I thought you just moved here?"

Rhys had no idea how he had known that information. His parents had never once told him about the beaches or tunnels, he had never heard about them at all. So how did he know what the beach was called? "I did," Rhys mumbled. "I'm sorry, I have to go," he said, rushing out of the building.

The pain in his head had lessened, but this had made it return instantly. This was not information he could have known, it just wasn't possible.

Instead of just going home, Rhys decided to head down to this beach. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that it was important. His feet sunk down as he stepped onto the beach, and he immediately saw the tunnel. It was at the far side of the beach, and just as he thought it would, it looked familiar. Except it wasn't just familiar, Rhys knew what was on the other side of the tunnel. He could picture the beach that was waiting for him there.

His footsteps echoed down the tunnel, as did the water droplets that fell from above. It started out as a concrete path in the shape of a square, but slowly turned into an oval passage. That part of it was plain rock, he could feel it's rough surface with his hands.

Rhys ducked down to not hit his head, as he neared the end of the tunnel. The light of the day shined inside, getting brighter and brighter with every step. He could see the arched rocks out in the water, and as he stepped onto the beach, it all came back to him. The white light flashed and he was suddenly back in the tunnel.

"Why are we coming out here so late?" A voice giggled behind him. Before her question was even finished being asked, Rhys knew it was her. They stopped at the end on the passage and Rhys turned to see her, against his will. It was the same as before, he couldn't control anything that was going on around him. He felt powerless, and that was a feeling he despised.

"I thought you would want one more good memory before I drop you off," he heard himself say.

She looked the exact same as she had in the car, and more than anything, she looked happy. He wasn't quite sure why, and he knew he wasn't in control at the moment, but it made him happy too. "I wish you would stop acting like it's torture there," she sighed. Though she didn't look angry or sad, her face was still filled with joy.

"I don't like how he treats you," he replied. This made Rhys wonder about her, what was it that happened at her house? And most of all, who were they talking about?

The girl grinned, as if she had just gotten an idea. "How would you feel about going for a swim?" She asked, her eyebrows raised in a challenge.

Rhys felt his mouth open to reply, and his heart speed up, but she was starting to disappear again. This time he found himself wanting to stay longer, to figure out this mystery. He wanted to know what was going on, what was happening to him.

But then his vision came back, and he was on the ground, his back against the sand. Now Rhys was more confused than he had been before, he felt as if he was going insane. He hadn't a clue if they were dreams, hallucinations or anything in between. Though he knew he would find out.

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