In the midst of her sobbing, she heard a loud, wet [i]smack[/i] somewhere to her left, and she spun around toward the sound. She saw that another box, just like hers, had opened, and a tall, brown-skinned man had fallen into the water. 

No. Not into it. [i]On top of it.[/i] The woman blinked her teary eyes a few times to process what she was seeing. Even though she didn’t remember who she was, where she came from or even how to speak, she somehow still knew that water doesn’t behave that way. You can’t [i]walk[/i] on water...can you?

She watched in disbelief as the man lay there, seemingly at ease with the way the water was cradling his body; much more relaxed than she would have been, having just fallen [i]onto[/i] water. Looking around a bit more, she saw another young woman had awoken from her watery tomb. She had pale blonde, boy-short hair that suited her long, slender neck. Her face--the brunette noticed that an eye was missing and a scar marred the place it should have been. She also had strange markings on her face, covering most of the lower half. Turning back to the man on the water, the brunette noticed he, too, had markings, but totally different from the blonde’s.

A loud hiss whispered across the water, and another box opened. A white man with tousled, dark blonde hair and facial markings of his own stood steadily, with a strangely confident smile. She wondered why on earth he would be smiling at a time like this when she heard a sharp cough. The last box had opened, and a pale young woman with long dark hair was standing in her coffin. She, too, had strange, unique marks on her face.

The brunette looked down into the water to review her own face, which she had not thought to do before when she was evaluating the water’s depth. She was startled to find that she had no markings. Touching her cheek with one hand, she frowned in confusion at her reflection. She didn’t know why she was different, but as she could not speak, she doubted there was any way to find out. She decided to inspect the strange water once more. She touched its surface with a fingertip. Wet, and not at all unusual. She slid her hand in, and then back out. Still normal, as far as she could tell. Frowning harder in frustration, she brought her hand down swiftly to hit the water. Smack! Her hand made contact, but did not break the surface. She pushed down. The water was...tense, bouncy. Her eyes lit up in wonder. Amazed with her discovery, she turned to look at the four others, eyes wide with meaning.