He woke up. At least, he thought he did. He took a short look around and closed his eyes again. He squeezed them shut, and then opened them up again. The world around him didn’t change. He tried this several times. Nothing. Brent scooted over to the only corpse-free corner.

“Brent!” I cried from the docks. Summer was still having a fit. I pinched the bridge of my nose. I squinted again, looking for a hint of a body, at least. I saw one. Hair was floating in the water. Brent’s hair. I swam out to it, and sure enough, Brent’s lifeless body was floating there. I dragged it back to shore.