You’re a deep sea diver, stuck in the middle of the ocean, deep underwater. Your oxygen tank is low, and your vision is getting blurry. All you can vaguely see is a figure swimming up to you and kissing you, breathing life into you as they swim you to shore.

When you wake up on the sand, you remember the name “Isla,” but that’s about the extent of it. You’re still in your gear, but instead of working to get back home, you mull over the voice you remember telling you, “wake up, beautiful.”