[right][color=yellow] Angela Jörg[/color]
[color=yellow]Location:[/color] Somewhere around the shore
[color=yellow]Interactions:[/color] None
[color=yellow]Health:[/color] A medium cut in her right leg. 

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The crowded place made Angela feel uncomfortable again. She felt the same uncertainty that someone would feel whey they are about to have a big decision but she wasn't taking one, she was only choosing a coffee flavor.

[i] A simple task.
No need to make a mental haiku about it.[/i] And even though she knew it was a simple one, she was stuck: facing complicated coffee names, holding this empty cup and not smelling any difference on any on the hundreds of grains being melted in front of her.

"Are you okay, baby?" 
Asked Andrew, his hand laying on her shoulder, his bright smile conforming her and his golden hair shining in the coffee shop.

[color=yellow]"It's fine"[/color] She answered [color=yellow] "I just felt dizzy, for a moment." [/color] 

He took another look at her and for a second she thought he would say something but he didn't, he took his phone out of his pocket. Checking a message he just received. He looked worried for a second and then, he just looked different - a version of himself in a photography, just a shadow of a thought.

Suddenly, Angela dropped the cup. The object sliding from her hand and falling in slow motion until it finally broke on the floor. The unfinished cappuccino spilling around the remains of the cup, the back leaking out of the porcelain and the waves of the drink washing her away.

And then the waves were no longer black but blue. Infinite blue.
She grasped for air as her head emerged out of the water, her eyes burning with the brightness harshly shining over her. She couldn't understand: she was tired, her right leg burning and there was this weird noise inside her ear. Nothing made sense.

There were several objects and obstacles among the waves around her. For some stupid reason she thought about mocha latte. And before she could even remind herself of the plane and the crash she felt bubbles forming around her and giving her the terrifying thought that whatever was underneath her was going to be deep down forever.

[i]Was she traveling? Yeah, she was!
To where?[/i] 
She started swimming, hitting her palms and arms violently against the water and the sea fought back, pulling her and drifting her away from the land. Her vision was half blurred by the amount of water washing her eye balls, but it was impossible to swing with closed eyes: too many objects to avoid, she was too scared of never getting to the beach. And so Angela kept swimming and the salt kept burning till the point her tears combined themselves with the ocean.

The shore received her as an old friend and for a second she thought she would be able to make it. Her legs relaxed against the solid ground and her body collapsed against the white sand.
When she looked up, the clouds and the sky bared an intrusive appearance - the weird non existent God laughing at the irony she was experience, a bad joke told during a funeral.

And so she kept starring at it and her imagination screamed for answers and for a conclusion when all that she could hear was the weird noise inside her ear. [i] Saving Private Ryan[/i] first scene  was nothing compared to her trajectory till that point of the beach.

Eventually, Angela got up. Sand glued to her body and the wound of her leg not hurting that much anymore, it was probably irritated by the salty water.
And as every island ever - there was a forest just a few meters away from the sea. [I] Not really inviting, not really safe. [/I] 

A quick look on some of the plants brought doubts to her mind:[i] it couldn't be Hawaii, some of the sea weed was too exotic even to that place.[/i] She never discarded the idea completely though cause she had learned a long time ago that nature works in mysterious ways.
Looking to the west she saw a dark spot in the ocean: a coral reef. Australia had them but the sun incidence and the vegetation growth couldn't be more wrong. [I] She was on Asia. Somewhere. [/I] 

The botanist sat close to the water again. Adrenaline rushing down and making her a lot more tired than she felt she was. Her blue eyes caught a glimpse of fire coral on the beach, probably washed away by the plane crash and she understood that the little fucker had some participating in nature's crimes against her. She relaxed on the sand for a second, knowing deep side the worst things were yet to come.

Oblivious to the world, Angela fell asleep not being aware of the voices brought by the wind, ignoring the fact that she could be deaf. During her short daydream, she took a sip of her coffee and tried to believe that everything was going to be okay. [color=yellow]Right? [/color]