"Excuse me," Clark says with a sheepish smile, your gaze meeting a pair of blue eyes. The only thing you could see was his head sticking out from the sand beneath you. "Some kids thought it was funny to bury me in the sand when I dozed off. Can you dig me out?" You couldn't help but laugh a little when he explained the situation to you. This poor guy had been buried for God knows how long in this summer heat. It must've been hell, you thought. "Please?"