The autumn rains washed out all traces of Maddy’s disappearance. She had been out of sight for only an hour, maybe two max, when her parents glanced around in that escalating frantic way that feels plucked out of time and reality. No Maddy. Where was she?

The sky had turned black and bleak with the rainstorm. It blew apart the beach with its ferocious sheets of screaming water! CRAZY! A pitched whine was coming from the horizon, some kind of weather effect amplified by the boiling ocean out there. Made no sense. Swimmers fled the beach like bees from a flamethrower, except for Maddy’s parents, who staggered into the blistering storm and the encroaching tide. They called her name.

There was no way they’d find Maddy. She was holed up in a FFFFFFFAAAAAA#$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$II. The sky transformed into a swirling orange vortex thing. In the center of this vortex a large blue cube materialized and sent forks of purple lightning down into the water. The ocean lit up in an array of electric blasts that nuked all the fish inside and sent plumes of mist back into the air.

Maddy’s parents were swept up in a frustrated cyclone that was ripping through the beach with more rage than the storm itself. That made no sense. But storms make no sense. They’re chaos. They do whatever they want and so does the writing that describes it. Flash forward two seconds to the wave that falls down on the grotesque mass of fish that got pushed onto shore by the turbulent waves. Think the wave cared about making sense? It did not. It was a wave. A wave behaves according to the wave that came before it. That is how waves work.

Maddy emerged from the FFFFFFAAAAAAAAAA%$$$$$$$$$$$$LL shaken but unscathed. She had found refuge there when the storm began but now that she had come to her senses she decided this haven was not for her. A lightning bolt speared itself into the ground and incinerated everything.