Mrs. Alexander still looked anxious as she gazed up and down the beach, shading her eyes against the sunlight which was now strong enough that even her couldn’t fully cut the glare.
“I still don’t see Doc Kauffman. She ought to be here be now.”
Healy picked himself off the blanket he’d spread for them on the sand.
“I’ll go have a look,” he said.
“I’ll help,” Bob added. Despite her worry, Mrs. Alexander could not help exchanging a smile with Yaz and the Doctor as the engineer loped off down the beach, the younger man hurrying to keep up with him.
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