Darcy dreamed of something really nice; someone resting on her. Comfortable. But then that warmth was taken away from her and Darcy began to cough. Air slipped back into her lungs and she turned over onto her side to cough out the seawater that made itself home in her lungs.

She was on the beach.

She was on the beach!? How did she get here?

Darcy heard someone whisper and squinted to look closely at who it was that saved her in this moonless night.

"Hello?" she croaked out. "Someone there?"