you longingly gaze at the distant waters of New York City. it's been months since you've heard from Xever. the last time you saw him, he seemed to be in trouble with his boss. you just hope he's okay...you are lost in thought as moments pass by, when you realize your hair feels wet...rain. you sigh and stand up from the wooden dock you were sitting on and begin to walk back, when you suddenly trip on a metal hook and lose your footing, plunging into the rough waters and sinking down below

one moment is emptiness, the next is the feeling of your body being set down on the wooden pier you fell from. your ears are ringing, your closed eyes are burning, and you are coughing up water

"That should do it..." you hear a faint but familiar voice sigh "You are lucky I was out for a swim today, idiota."