East.

Grappling onto your splitting skull you trudge across the damned beach, drudging your feet through the unrelenting sand. Only the rising water do anything to comfort you. The wails and cries become more coherent and your senses sharpen. A woman is in pain?

A slumped figure materializes some yards away and your pace quickens. The mucky sand glues to your feet, causing each step to become more and more ponderous.

Finally, you meet the sulking woman and walk to her face, she does not look injured physically. You speak to her,

"Are you alright? What's your name?"

She continues sobbing, but opens up a little.

"Sarah--" the red haired beauty wimpers.

Options:
-Comfort Her
-Pass Her By
-Clean yourself of the muck
-Guide Her Upwards