Excerpt. at last.

(here's that section of SHADOWS i had promised. I hope you enjoy it!):

EXT. POINT PELEE- BEACH- LATER AFTERNOON

Blaring winds shake the leaves of the trees and bushes on this (otherwise) peaceful afternoon. Harsh waves curl over the deserted shoreline. The sun ducks behind a curtain of overcast in the sky above.

(A LEGEND appears at the bottom of the screen):

POINT PELEE; ONTARIO, CANADA
SIX WEEKS LATER

(O.S.): The slow murmur of an engine, quickly killed, followed by the slamming of a car door.

DRIVER (O.S.)
C'mon, Bugsy!

A worn out tennis ball soars over the trees and splashes into the water. The dog (BUGSY) rushes after it, leaping into the water and paddling towards the ball.

From the parking lot, a young man in a beathing suit (DEREK) runs across the beach and crashes into an oncoming wave. He emerges with a gasp and searches for:

DEREK
(shouting)
Bugsy!

The dog swims over, gnawing on the tennis ball. Derek smiles; laughs. He wrestles the ball away from Bugsy as another wave forces them apart.

DEREK
Wow! Rough out today, eh, boy?

Bugsy, apparently startled, quickly treads to the shore and shakes itself dry.

DEREK
Where a goin'?

Bugsy stares at the water for several moments before barking violently.

DEREK
Wattsa matter?

Derek is suddenly tossed by an oncoming wave. He doubles over, his feet flying over his head. He immediately resurfaces, a bit startled, himself.

Bugsy continues barking.

DEREK
Maybe a bit too rough today--

Once again, he is cut off by an incredible wave; however, before it engulfs him he spots something slinking out of the water; onto the beach!

He rolls around for several seconds, unable to regain balance. Eventually, he jerks his head up and shakes the water from his face. Whatever crawled out of the lake has vanished...

...but so has Bugsy!

DEREK
Bugsy!?!

Silence.

He calls his dog again. Nothing answers back, except for the washing tide and the haunting whistle of the wind.