Claire continued to push sand into the hole with Joachim. She stayed quiet the whole time, although she did raise an eyebrow when Paris said she was a "pretty girl" to Zubin. No one besides her mom ever said she was pretty. She accepted long ago that she was plain looking, but then got over it quickly and moved on with her life. Paris was probably just shitting with her anyways.
Claire pushed some more sand in the grave and realized that they had managed to completely cover Corey.
"Alright. We're done," she said to the boys.
Claire stood up, wiping her hands on her pants, adding to the amount of sand that was on them. She looked over the grave. It was rough, but it was enough to cover Corey. At the least, it should keep him away from the seagulls. Claire looked around the beach around her. She did notice a piece of driftwood laying on the sand nearby. She walked over to it and picked it up, turning it over in her hands to inspect it. It was a long piece of wood, not too wide, but it felt pretty sturdy. It would have to do. The sun was going down, and she didn't have too much time to waste.
Claire walked back to the grave and stuck the piece of driftwood into the ground. She then hammered the top of the wood with her hand until it was deep into the sand. She would have gotten a better marker, but her options were limited. Once she looked at the marker, she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and clasped her hands together. She fell silent. She had a prayer to make, and she didn't really want the boys to hear it.
Corey, if you can hear this, I'm sorry I wasn't able to save you. I don't know what I could have done to help, but part of me wishes I found you earlier so I could treat you. I guess it's no use though. I couldn't be there for Chuck, Alex, Amy, Kyle, or Jack either. I just hope you're in a better place now. I hope you're hanging out with the others, drinking beer on a warm summer evening, just enjoying your peace. I'm sure the rest of us will be there soon. Thank you for being my friend, and rest in peace.
Claire did the signs of the cross and opened her eyes, adjusting to the waning daylight. It was done, and it was time to move on.
"This is the last one I bury," she muttered to herself.
Claire walked past the grave and over to her bag, picking it and the flashlight up.
"Corey had some requests for me," she told the boys. "Sean Mulcahy, Gray Emerson, Rachael Langdon, Tim Abrams, and Michael Mitchellson. I have to find them and deliver his final words to him."
Claire put the bag over her shoulder and held the flashlight in her right hand.
"Thank you for your help," she told them, "but I need to go. I don't think I have a lot of time to find those five, and I'll be faster if I go on my own.
Claire brushed some hair out of her face. She realized how dangerous it might sound to say she'd go off on her own. Still, she could give them some reassurances, if it would make them feel better.
"I can take care of myself, so you don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine."
Claire turned to Paris and Joachim and nodded at them.
"Thanks for helping. I'm glad there are some non-psychos left here. Try to keep it that way."
She then turned to Zubin. Part of her was still pissed off at how he explained his escape plan to her. However, he did do her and Corey a favor, so she could let him down gently.
"Sorry, but I don't think I believe in your escape plan. I don't think I can help you, and I don't think you can make it work. I think we're bad for each other. Just take care of yourself, and don't do anything stupid."
Claire was about to turn and leave, but she focused back on Zubin.
"Oh, and that includes saying you're planning an orgy. Come on, man."
Claire turned away and began to run away from the grotto. She didn't have long to find people while it was still light out, so she needed to hurry to the town. It was a large area to cover, but if she was to find five people, the odds were that they'd be in one of the few sheltered areas in town.
Claire grasped tightly on the flashlight as she continued to run over the soft sand. She had her mission, and she was determined to carry it out.
((Claire Monaghan continued in L'Avventura