Reese had made his way down to the beach after talking to Lydia on the network. She'd looked absolutely beautiful in her picture, and more than that, she needed his help. Reese was one of those guys who needed to be needed. He liked acting chivalrous, helping girls out and protecting them in any way that he possibly could. It wasn't much, but it was the only way he could think of to make if for the crime that had caused him to be born. He couldn't help but feel guilty, even if he hadn't - and never would - rape someone. He felt almost as if there was some sort of cosmic scorecard keeping track of his good and bad deeds, and he'd had the luck to be born in the red.
He heard the crash of the waves and smelled the salt before he saw the beach, but as soon as he came out of the Forest, he saw Lydia standing on the beach.
She was, quite possibly, the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. Her picture on the network was ridiculously inadequate, and Reese felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment before he got control.
"I'm Reese," he said with a nod, his strong Audtralian accent confirming it. "And you're Lydia?"