Dia’s suggestion to retreat indoors was met with a moment’s hesitation. The night air - though cool - felt like a blanket of shared experience over the small group, yet the practicality of warmth and safety was undeniable; the camaraderie, being a balm to the uncertainty that tonight brought.

“Perhaps you’re right", Daphne finally conceded, with a sigh, sitting up, and brushing the sand from her clothes. “It would be good to regroup and rest, before the chaos of morning", she stood, before offering a hand to help Fae up. “Let’s stay together, tonight. They'd want us to do that.”

Mary-Jane stood - her movements, slow and thoughtful - offered Dia her hands to get to her feet, while Shaggy, after reassuringly patting Scooby’s back, rose to join them. The sound of the ocean was a constant whisper behind them, as they made their way back to the resort, and to the motel. 

The shattered glass Dia joked about, crunched under their feet upon entering. By the time they got to a room - the shared one, that Dia and Fae had, with Maggie - they settled in, but not without being grimly reminded of the female Rogers' kidnapping. They're going to find her, their friends; and unravel this mystery - restore peace, like they were expected to. 

However, if tonight wasn't strange enough, tomorrow got weirder...

Because the mess, from the night before, somehow, disappeared, when Shaggy exited the room, that morning, to look for something to eat. Even the structure itself was repaired. The walls weren't busted; the windows weren't smashed. It was like it never happened. He poked his head back into the room, confused. 

"Gang? You need to see this".