When Corrine leaves the hospital, she has only one thought - surveying the damage on her beloved boardwalk. Returning home is of less consequence, having barely been there for days it's the steps of her childhood, her first plays and fond youthful days she's most concerned about.

Fortunately the damage is superficial at best. But from the teams on the beach it's clear there's work to be done. She stops a blonde who appears to be at the heart of it. "Excuse me. Do you know who I could speak with about setting up a fund?" She holds up her bandaged arm. "Not sure I can be much help besides."