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	David’s vision blurred at first, but the evening light helped ease his awakening, as he awoke he felt the gentle rocking of the ocean waves and the sounds of a small radio near the steering wheel. “Where am I?” David asked, still looking around lazily. “Lost Haven, Maine. Where’d you come in from, a fishing boat further off?” The man asked as he helped David into an upright position, throwing a towel on him only a few seconds later.

“I don’t know where I came from, or how I got into the water. I don’t even own a boat” David replied as he rubbed his forehead. But I remember I don’t need a boat to get around.

“I’ll take you to a hospital to get checked up, what’s your name? I’m George Miller, and this is my son Thomas Miller.”

“I’m David Anderson Jones, David is fine though.”

“Well David, do you have any idea what it is you were holding on to? It doesn't look like any boat or raft I've ever seen.” The man asked as he pulled in the debris David had been floating on. Giving it a good once over, it looked like a piece of a larger part, like a wing or a fin. “No, I can’t really say what it is, if I ever knew.” David replied as George let go of the piece into the water. Vague images of a large whale or eel like creature flowed into his mind.

“Wow dad look at this!” Thomas yelled as he shoved his phone screen into his dad’s face. “Some weird hero just beat up this weird monster, which I could a seen it myself.” Thomas continued shoving it into his father’s face, and even David’s before pulling it back into his grasp. The picture Thomas was showing around was of a battle in the streets between a monster of some kind, and a green person.[i] What kind of costume is that, and are weird monsters like that really so common? David thought to himself.[/i]

A few minutes after George began packing, all three of them had taken a seat in his truck. It looked like Thomas was being squeezed into the back. “I feel fine really; just drop me somewhere with a phone. I’m just wet is all, I have a friend in here in Lost Haven who I can call.” David spoke as he shifted slightly in the towel George gave him earlier. 

“Well where is he, I’ll drop you off. With all these super powered fights going on I’d be a terrible role model if I just left you out on the street.” George offered as he stopped the car before a red light.

“Last time I checked he worked as a professor for the Lost Haven University.”

“We have time to make the trip.” George said as he signaled a turn, eagerly stepping on the gas. After a half hour of being lost and trying to get through the evening traffic, George finally found the university. Students walked about eagerly chatting with each other as they went from class or where on their way to leave. “Thank you for your help.” David uttered as he took off his borrowed towel, he was no longer dripping wet, but he still felt cold from his damp clothes.

David walked around campus looking for the archaeology college, for what seemed like hours, stopping the occasional student for directions. By the time he reached his destination it was full blown night time, only the most desperate of students were around by now. The door in front of David led to one of the few fellow archaeologists he had spoken too on his last visit, the sign next to the door read “Dr. Carmine Williams.” Making sure to knock on the door David entered, the man inside looked up, after checking his eyes Carmine began to speak stuttering at first. “D-David J-Jones, Is that really you? I heard you went missing last year, where were you?”

“A whole year, it’s been a whole year?” David blinked dumbfounded in response.