[@Pyromaniacwolf] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Riffling through the pockets like some petty thief desperate to squeeze out one more coin from a sapped victim, you find nothing of further use. The key, wherever it is, is most certainly not here. Running your hand through the hair, you exhale in disappointment, with the salt at your lips from your sweat and the sea spray irking you further. Brushing your mouth with the back of a wrist, you lay the clothes first over your shoulder and the sack over the other until you reach the drier sands. There, over wood and under the moonless night, you cast them out to dry. Surely they will in the hours to come."

"Again you are left standing on the warm beach, almost adrift again in thought but shaking yourself back to reality. There is no telling what will happen on your next venture into the unconscious although you are rightfully concerned. The last time in which you had ventured there some hours before was not so favorable. All now that was left was the question of what to do once more."