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"Should we get help? Jo? What do we do? He nearly drowned? i'm going to go get help. No. They'll think I'm crazy. Is he alive?" Carla was frantic, and slightly comic in the way she was passing/stumbling back and forth in the sand and running her fingers through her hair. Sand was stuck all the way up to her knees and her hair was a tangled mess.

"C, calm down. Right now I think your crazy, and i love you. Stop it. Sit down!" She nearly shouted at her friend as she continued to pace. "You're making me nervous!" Jo nearly jumped out of her skin with the man lying in front of her coughed. She leaned over his face. His eyes flew open and she jumped again. Man, why was she so twitchy. 

His eyes seemed to be the color of warm amber, and he gazed up at her in what she thought was wonder, she had to resist the urge to reach out and touch his cheek. His eyes closed again and he began to cough and moan. "Hey, hey," She urged. "Stay awake. you nearly drowned." She looked over her shoulder at Carla, who was anxiously biting her nails. "What's your name?" Jo asked the stranger and gently nudged his shoulder with her palm. 

"And why are you fully clothed in the ocean? Are you suicidal? Did you jump from somewhere? What is wrong with you?" Carla is nearly hysterical again. 

Jo rolled her eyes and tossed a handful of sand at her. "Will you stop it! Go somewhere else if you are going to have a melt down for Christ's sake!" She shooed her friend away and turned back to the strange man in front of her.