We turned, holding hands as we looked back out over the ever darkening water.
"You know," I said, "just before the war this whole coastline was littered with gambling ships."
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah," I continued, "they were run by this Vegas mobster named Vic Stane, before the state Attorney General shut 'em down, and Stane retreated back to Nevada."
I felt Kerri's hand trembling. When I turned to look her whole body was shaking and she had a look of wretched horror on her face. She started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Kerri!" I screamed. "What's wrong?"
She collapsed on the pier...