Jon rubbed his eyes squinting as he stared. He had to be seeing things. Nebula? He cautiously walked up to the woman that was in a coverall, high-top rubber boots, and bucket.
‘Is she really digging for clams in the mudflat?’
He stares at the petite woman as bends over to pick up the pail. He hesitates. The last time he saw Nebula, she had blond colour hair and this person had longer black hair. He watches her as she stops across the mud and washes herself off. He follows her into the carpark and sees her open her trunk and places her wet soiled garments in with the pail. She then loosens her air and reties it, putting on a cap before walking into a nearby red tent eatery. He saw her make an order and sat with a bottle of soju.
He walked inside and took a seat trying to see her face but
