Jerrot was unaware of the event when it happened, in fact it wasn't till a good 2 hours after that he worked it out. He had woken, as usual, around 11am: he didn't feel like going to school today. The air was hot and sticky and made his mouthpiece feel awkward. His flat smelled of unwashed laundry and indisposed food waste, the big glass wall in the living room made the place into a room sized oven that only worsened the smell. He could deal with all that when it wasn't as hot. He decided he would go down to the beach, maybe a swim would do him good. He washed his face, got dressed, rung his mum and dad on his eyepiece - at the same time checking the stock market, fed his pet tortoise, packed his rucksack, adjusted his mask vent, deciding it needed a fin replaced, replaced the fin and wondered out the door. The fasted way possible was down eastern-avenue, though he usually chose to take the path through the grasslands as it meant he could play music out loud, or as he would jokingly tell people: 'singing'. He deduced the townsfolk wouldn't appreciate his blaring electro. The sky was a lush blue, with the only clouds hanging over the grasslands further in land. Jerrot supposed he should have put on sun cream, he had approximately 3 hours before he would burn. The wind was very slight, traveling at around 6.2 knots, it was just enough to cool his face to a comfortable level. When he reached the grassy path, he began to 'sing'. The song he created was upbeat and jumpy. He played, walked, and edited on his eyepiece. Half way through his journey he had to cross the fairly busy clifftop road at which point he muted the music. He came to the cliff edge after 24 and a half minuets, he then began to walk south by south-west down toward the sandy area. As he walked he threw small stones down into the water, each one hit the tips of the craggy rocks below. When he arrived at the sand he decided it was to hot to even swim, instead he just lay down the the shade of a fishing boat and read a book online. He soon fell asleep...