Abbey had taken herself to this quiet space which held memories. Good memories.
But those memories, like that ship, were disappearing into the fog.
Wiping tears, she saw it was about to rain. She stood, moved quickly to the business area, where there were awnings and places she could enter.
Getting wet was dangerous for a woman of her age. She was totally alone. If she even caught a cold it could be fatal. Fatal because there was no one to help her.
She got to a coffee shop just as the rain began, and stood outside, under the awning, mentally mapping how far to her apartment, and the various places she could take shelter on her way home.
An empty, dusty place of nothing.