Prologue:

A weight burrowed deeply into her chest, filling the pit of her stomach up as she felt the cool touch of waves flourish over her. It gobbled up all the way to her neck where the wispy waves of water splattered up her face and gathering in her nostrils. The strong smell of salt intoxicated her and out of nowhere, she begun to feel the soft touches of fingers against her ribs. Gentle prods that made her wince very, very faintly. The touch was of an aangel, small and curious. They were depicting, examining, studying what had gone wrong, why was she in so much pain. And then the soft tickles turned into more firmer prods, the feel of breath against her face, and then suddenly the weight grew harder until it almost crushed her chest cavity.

''Breathe!'' A voice echoed from a million miles away. ''Damn it, breathe!''

The voice was young but it sounded as if it were sort of sandy, smooth and soothing, The voice of an angel was ringing in her ears and she felt at peace. A heavenly peace where she could lie her head for good.

''BREATH!''

A sudden pressing sensation shocked a deep thump through her chest. The images of a glorious haven in her mind were scattered away by a blinding light that burned her sore eyes. She closed them again but her body forced her to bring up water. She turned, or so someone turned her, onto her side and the water disintegrated into the flaky sand that scratched at her pale blue skin. The sun was beaming brightly against her, cooking her as she laid coughing up the ocean from her lungs.

''Easy, keep going.'' The same voice hushed. ''My goodness, I thought I lost you!''

''Wha-,'' Another cough followed until she felt her ribs and sides ache. They burned from agony and she laced her hands around herself as if to give herself a hug.

''Hey, it's ok. I'm friendly.''

Through the scorching heat and light of the sun, the woman brought her eyes gently up to the figure looming over her with a soft smile. She had smooth light coffee coloured skin that was ripened by the light. Her eyes were small but gentle, followed by a bundle of bright pink hair that was pulled away from her face into a ponytail. The big friendly brown eyes of the surfer woman glared back at the woman in concern.

''I think you hit your head too.'' The surfer woman declared. ''I can see some blood. It looks pretty bad. I'm going to take you to my home top help patch you up, OK?''

''No-No...I need, have you seen,-'' The woman felt her head spin uncontrollably. Had she just stepped onto a Ferris wheel? The nausea was so unbearable that she closed her eyes and whined into the scratchy sand that reminded her of claws against her sour skin. She didn't' feel right. She felt as though she was on another dimension. She was out of time, out of place. Her body moved but her mind stood still in time, lazy and lost as it spun circles around her skull.

''Sweetie, what's your name?'' The surfer girl asked quietly.

The woman lying injured and close to death on the sand looked up helplessly, afraid, and whispered, ''Sarah.''

And as the words left her lips, she passed out into a black dullness she had felt she had witnessed before.