Jimmy was out of breath and had a stitch in his side by the time he made it back to the beach.  How had that woman appeared in his picture?  Was she hurt?  Was she still alive?  What had happened to her?  Shaking his head to clear his confusion, Jimmy clicked on his flashlight and played it over the area where the woman had appeared.

Nothing.

Nada.

Zip.

Whoever or whatever had been there was definitely gone now.  Jimmy crouched down and shone the beam of the light directly on to the spot where the woman had been.  The sand was smooth, undisturbed, nothing there to suggest that anyone had been there.  Shaking his head, Jimmy peered closer, eyes attracted to a glint of something which looked vaguely metallic.  Reaching forward, he managed to snag it with his fingernail and roll it towards himself.  Snatching it up, he aimed the flashlight at it and frowned.

It was a bullet.