Walk Along the Path to the Lighthouse

I look out across the waves and my eyes quickly adjust to the dim glow of the starry, but moonless night.

I know that since Cathy isn't at the bar, she'll probably be at her favorite place along the coast, the lighthouse. It's quite the walk from here, but I figure that the time in the cold air will help me to clear my mind.

It goes to show just how out of it I am that I don't notice the two guys huddled in the lightless shadow of the marina's bathrooms until I reach them and, before I can walk by, they had step in front of me.