[centre][h1][colour=seagreen]Warren Clarington[/colour][/h1]
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All he could remember was looking at his watch and deciding he was finally back on schedule. Finally. After almost two days of plane hopping he was back on track. Ready to back to good old Nevada, where he grew up. Then a sensation of falling. His head wildly flailing backwards, striking itself on the window of the plane. A cracking noise, a severe pain. And then blackness.

He woke to find himself in a plane wreck. Almost underwater. The situation was unbelievable. It took Warren a moment to comprehend the situation. But as soon as he realised, he took action. He had already smashed some of the window, surely he could break it some more. He bent his wrist, smashing open the weakened window with the surface of his watch. He decided he would regret that rescission later, but he didn't care. His task possessed him so much he didn't realise that his head was wounded. Nothing fatal, but it wasn't just a paper cut. As the window shattered, he harnessed some unkown force and paddled to the surface, almost as if some dead Jedi was telling him to "Use the force, Ren."

Only as he rose to the surface did he notice the pain in his head. Some of the water around him was dark. It was blood. He quickly put a hand to his head, as he pulled it away did he realise it was his. He quickly became worried, he couldn't see any land. What if he was stuck here forever and no one would know he was gone. It was almost symbolic in a way. He was stirred from his thoughts to hear a whistle blow thrice. A cry of "Anybody out there!" followed. He paddled in the direction of the sound. Eventually he came across a small raft. [colour=seagreen]"Good afternoon."[/colour] He said cordially, grabbing the side of the boat and hauling himself over. He looked at the man in the boat, nodding slightly before turning to the woman. [colour=seagreen]"I take it you just found her. Otherwise you would have bandaged that leg, correct?"[/colour] He quickly took off his tie, binding it around her wound, leaning over her to check if she had any other injuries. He didn't say anything else. The most important thing was to get to shore.