Dottore awoke with a start, gasping for breath. A hand was over his chest, still soaked and dripping with sea water.

“Where… am I?” He rasped, he felt tired, dehydrated, and overall awful. The harbinger found himself in an odd location, cave of sorts with crystals scattered about, small patches of water that bubbled with heat. Jewelry was tossed around, a cauldron in a corner and shelves carved into the walls, a ‘nest’ of seaweed in the corner. There didn’t seem to be a way out.