The sound of my warm breath put my wife to sleep. I thought that she needed her rest so I went down to the bar in the lobby to get a glass of beer. As soon as I walked out of the elevator, news reporters and cameras mobbed me. I pushed my way through, but they kept following me. I was very disturbed by all of the attention I was getting. Though I like attention, but not in the kind of way that I had to save my wife because she was drowning.

When I reached the bar, I turned around and they were still following and screaming and yelling at me. One news reporter finally approached me and said, "How did it feel to swim out in the deep, cold water and rescue some stranger?"

I just glared at him with a dumb face. "Dude, what the hell. That stranger was my wife, and I had no choice but to go out there you idiot," I said in a rude voice. Then all of the other broadcast stations came up to me and started blurting out questions. "STOP! I don't want all this attention because I rescued someone that I love. I ad no choice, and if one of your relatives was out there, I'm sure you would rescue them. And I don't think you would want to be mobbed because of it. I came down here to get a cold glass of beer and that's it. I'm not going to answer your questions because I'm not in the mood," I yelled.

I turned around in the bar stool and ordered my beverage. All of the newscasters walked the other way talking behind my back, mostly about how selfish I was. I didn't think I was selfish at all; I was sticking up for myself and being assertive. I hate newscasters; they just get in everyone's way.

As I finished my beer, I paid the bartender, took a deep breath, and started walking to the elevator. I looked around very cautiously for any newscasters that could still be waiting for me to come and talk to them. I didn't see any; thank goodness. I got in the elevator and pushed our floor button, 46. Random people were getting on to get to the pool on floor 50, and they were asking me questions about today. I really didn't answer them because I was still in shock from what happened to Rebecca. When I finally got to my floor, I ran off and ran down the hall to our room. The door was open, and newscasters were in my room trying to wake my wife up, so they could interview her.

I ran into the room and they did wake her up. I wasn't too happy, or should I say that I was just furious with them. I was actually furious at me too because I should of locked the door to our room. "Beck, I am so sorry. I should of locked the door," I said putting my hand on her shoulder.

"Honey, it's ok," she said softly. I could tell that it wasn't ok by the expression in her voice.

"Guys, out," I commanded. I didn't want anyone harassing my wife. I walked them out and slammed, then locked the door. "I am so sorry. What did they ask you? Anything personal?" I needed to know everything that happened when I was gone.

"Jess, nothing happened. They just woke me up," she said.

Sorry, I have writer's block but I'll post more ASAP.