Eugene kept a wary eye on the horizon, something about the storm had him a little on edge, but he couldn't split his attention very well and so since Miss MacFusty didn't seem bothered, he continued down the sand. They had already walked a fair distance, the noise of the party was a quiet hum against the waves breaking on the sand by now and the lights flickered merrily in the darkening sky.

They approached a crop of rocks and he helped her over, looking back at the chaperone briefly, but she seemed quite capable. "I would like to think that perhaps I have been fairly transparent in my attentions this summer..." He trailed off, not for a loss of words, but because the wind picked up rapidly and the water nearby boiled and swirled, the waves receding drastically; lightning and thunder growing more ferocious and closer. Eugene could see the rain rolling in across the ocean and that gut feeling he'd been hhaving was impossible to ignore now.

Looking over his shoulder, Eugene knew there was no chance they would make it back to the party and something about the speed and intensity of the having storm thought it would be wiser to seek shelter closer to where they were. A small collection of tiny cottages sat up on a hill before them and Eugene made the split-second decision to push on. "We need to find shelter, now." He urged her on as he looked for the chaperone to assist her, only to find she had turned tail to run for the resort.