You're all alone. All you hear is the gentle bubbling and the flow of the water surrounding you. You float, almost peacefully, as the stream takes you in its direction. It's the most peaceful moment you've ever experienced.

There's no more stress, no more overwhelming worries... you can forget all about it. There's no reason to worry anymore. It'll be over any minute.

You allow your eyes to flutter closed as you drift, your mind centered around the sounds of the water. Until it fades, and everything's gone...

You wake up. You're no longer floating, but laying on a somewhat soft surface. It's not rock hard, but it's still ground. Your drenched clothes cling to your body, and they're stained with sand.

The sunlight is harsh, and when you awake, you start to cough up a considerable amount of water.

You look up, and see two other people, standing in front of a cliff. You see a man in a business casual outfit, a stubble and a grumpy expression. Next to him stands a shorter woman, with soft curly hair and an orange jacket.

You faintly hear them talking. "We should take 'em back to the precinct, sir." The woman says. "All right. Go check the pulse, Miller." The man responds.

They both crouch down next to you, and the man speaks. "Aye, yer awake?" He asks gently. His heavy scottish accent gets your attention. "I'm detective Alec Hardy.. what are ye doin' out here?"