Footsteps

I don't remember falling asleep, but we must have at some point. We woke up the next morning to a golden sun. There were only scant remnants of the bonfire from the previous night. The Purple Haired Woman was no where to be seen. I shouldn't be too surprised though. She will pop in and out at just the right time to make you wonder if she is really just a figment of your imagination. At any rate, we decided to pick ourselves up and start the day. Olivia noticed footsteps in the sand. It could have been mine, it could have been hers, it could have been the purple haired woman's. It could have been anyone's for the matter. But we decided to follow them. See where they lead, because why not?