They were deep in the portal and Edward was her chosen beau, if by default. No more Arthur, but for a good reason. Shelley packs her ring away and decides to dance again, but Eddie went too far per usual and it got him into trouble. Between crests of a wave, this can happen.
But the dancing then continues. Endlessly, thanks to this place.
“Cowabunga!” I suppose.
Sunklands 