With no options left to her other than to lie on the cold metal and await death. Without warning a man emerged from the water, shirtless in another situation Rachel would have joked about how she had fallen into a dream where she was in an aftershave commercial, instead she jumped out of her skin and fell from the makeshift raft. "Where did you come from?" She asked her heart still pounding fast, now clung onto the side of the metal, her small finger actually being cut by the sharp edge and a small cloud of red formed around it.

He asked if she was okay, what a joke that was. "How could anyone be okay with this situation!" She almost felt herself yelling, perhaps to earn some respect after being shocked by his arrival.