Sorry for the delay. I originally had this ready yesterday, but some feedback from a friend made realize that I had to do a few emergency rewrites. I'm much more comfortable with this now. Enjoy.

Also, Since we're actually getting into copyright stuff, Might as well as start this...

(Copyright): I don't own shit.

You ever experience a crippling case of "deja vu"? Where you see or hear something so familiar that you should recognize it immediately, but for some reason you just can't remember? Like, someone just deleted it from your memory? That's what I felt after stepping through the door.

See, when I stepped through, I was blinded by a bright light for a few seconds. Rubbing my eyes as best as I could, just trying to get them to stop stinging, I felt a kind of weightlessness take over me. When I was finally able to open my eyes, what I saw was...kinda eerie.

I was floating, drifting forward through a circular, multicolored tunnel that seemed to be constantly spinning either one way or the other, sometimes both. It was a dizzying and mesmerizing sight. It was further enhanced by the sporadic, almost chaotic bolts of electricity that coated the outside rim of the tunnel. In an instant and without warning, a bolt would suddenly shoot out from one wall to the other, just barely glancing by me each and every time. I could feel the static just barely graze my skin as the bolt passed, making all the hairs on that area stand up straight and ridged, resembling more like cactus needles.

The speed of my flight increased slightly, lurching me forward and causing me to spin a bit. The spin was very light, but it was still noticeable. After a few moments, there was another burst of speed and the spin got noticeably faster. Then another bolt shot past me. Then another burst of speed and spin. And then another, then another, then another. It was all ramping up, faster and more chaotic as the seconds passed. I was now spinning as fast as a plane propeller, probably even faster. I'm not too sure, the first time is still a little sketchy.

There was so much going on all at once that it was overwhelming my senses. Between the spinning, the bolts, the twisting tunnel; I couldn't take it. I was getting very badly motion sick. It was so bad that I had to actually cover my mouth to make sure that I didn't throw up in the tunnel. Thankfully, closing my eyes did help with the dizziness somewhat, though there was no helping my stomach.

"Note to self- hurgh...always keep eyes closed when traveling through the door." I groaned, trying desperately to keep whatever was left in my stomach down.

And so, I floated for a while, just drifting in whatever direction the tunnel was taking me. The spinning did eventually subside as I gradually started slowing down. No idea how long I was actually in that tunnel for, since I was focused on not losing my non-existent lunch. I've thrown up on an empty stomach before...Not fun.

After who knows how long, I finally felt a different sensation as I suddenly shifted upward. Then I felt wind rushing by my head and hitting me in the face. Curiously, I open my eyes, only to have my blood run cold at the sight.

(Meanwhile, Inside Felix's head.)

'Brain, I've got something to report.'

'Not now, I'm trying to keep Stomach calm.'

'Yeah, uh, that's kinda not important right now. We're falling.'

'...'

'...'

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE FALLING!'

'I mean, wherever that door spat us out is really high up, and now we are falling towards a large body of water.'

'...'

'...'

'...TAKE EVASIVE MANUEVERS!'

'AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!'

I'm not afraid to admit it...some people will tell you that when faced with my situation, that they would've kept themselves calm and collected the entire time. That they would probably have been doing flips and tricks as they fell. Then, at the last second, they would have pulled something out at the last minute and have been perfectly fine. I call bullshit. Why? Because they've probably never been were I was.

I screamed, screamed like a little girl. I was terrified, completely and utterly. For a moment, my mind went blank, as the all encompassing dread hit me like a truck. I just flailed wildly, completely losing control of my body as I enter freefall. It took me a few seconds to realize that I actually knew what to do, it was just being suppressed by my brain short-circuiting from the shock of it all. The words of my brother echo in mind, seemingly guiding me through wind.

'Alright Felix, if you ever find yourself falling from a great height, the first thing you gotta do is 'right' yourself. Try to swing your arms to catch a few of the wind currents coming at you, get yourself facing the ground and spread your limbs in kind-of a star shape.'

'Fredrick, what are you talking about? When am I ever gonna need this? It's not like I'm gonna be jumping off buildings anytime so- *konk*-OW! What was that for?'

'Shut it, Dummy. I'm your big brother, and as your big brother, its my job to teach you lessons about life that your going to need. Now pay attention!'

'...'

'Now, by extending your limbs in this way, you'll catch as much wind as possible, slowing your acceleration.'

I quickly start swinging my arms in the opposite direction of my spin, making sure that I don't overswing and start spinning the other way. After a few good hefty swings, I finally properly righted myself, arms and legs spread out as far as they can go.

'Before we can move forward, we have to establish the type of environment that you'll be falling in...I don't have a lot of time today, so we'll go over the most survivable, even without a parachute; Water.'

'I'll be falling in? Wait, survivable?!'

'If you happen to find yourself falling over a large body of water, like a lake or the ocean, you have to do your best to steer yourself towards it.'

'You're just gonna keep ignoring me, aren't you?'

'When you find your water, quickly orient yourself so that your feet are facing downward and either cross your arms over your chest, or keep them as tightly to your sides as you can. When you hit the water, this should minimize the force your body takes by giving your body less surface area for the water to catch on and resist. Now, depending how high you started falling from, you can reach speeds of higher than 60mph, so the dive's definitely gonna hurt...a lot. But, If you did it right, you should live. Neat, huh?'

Based on how fast I was moving, I guessed that was at most ten seconds before I hit the water. Fighting the whipping winds the entire time, I forcibly shifted legs underneath me and cross my arms, bracing myself for the impact. With a deep breath and a few silent prayers, I waited until... BOOM! I go crashing into the water like a damn missile.

The first thing I felt was pain. So, very, much, pain. Every muscle in my body felt like they were, in only a matter of seconds, ripped apart and stitched back together over a dozen times. Like they were attached to wheels and constantly wound tighter and tighter. The crushing depths of the ocean only compounded this feeling, its chilling touch tightening it's grip as I sunk further and further down. I tried to move my arms, but my body wouldn't listen, the pressure was too much.

The panic set in, making me lose grip on what little breath I had, the little bubbles that snuck out from between my lips rose to surface above, almost taunting me. I sank deeper, the pressure still getting tighter around my body, but I wasn't going to let it win. With every ounce of strength I had, I pry my arms from my chest in defiance of the water's hold and swim. I swam for my dear life, every stroke making the pain worse, but I kept going, practically in spite of it.

'When you land, and if you survived, you need to make it to the surface as quickly as possible. Once you're there, the next thing to do is to get your bearings. If you landed in a relatively small body, then just swim to shore and figure out the rest from there. If you landed in the ocean, try to locate any land masses you can see and head towards the nearest one. If you can't, simply float on your back for as long as you can, only doing light strokes in hopes of finding a-'

'Freddie, why are telling me all this? This goes beyond "brotherly lessons", and some of this is too specific. What's the real reason?'

'Why...'

Stroke after stroke, I climbed through the water, just barely making progress. The sound of my heart was ringing in my ears, practically deafening, as the rhythmic echo rebounded against the water's muffling presence. The closer to the top I got, the exponentially more desperate my strokes became. Towards the end, it felt more like I was clawing my way out than swimming. Eventually, and thankfully, I reached the top and breached the surface.

I practically leapt out of the water and started coughing up a storm, relishing in the fresh, if a wee bit salty sea air. My chest heaved in and out heavily in the water, my aching arms just barely keeping me afloat.

I scan the horizon around me, looking for pretty much anything. Sadly, I couldn't see much, just vast waves and open sea.

Taking deep and steady breaths, I bring my feet up to the surface and lay back, spreading myself out to get as buoyant as possible. The cold water cut into every part of my body, even my clothes just made the cold feel pricklier. I focused on my core to keep myself stable, though the cold made it rather difficult. A quick gesture from my right hand brings up my status, so I can take stock of the damage.

[HP: 15/100]

[MP: 100/100]

[Stamina: 63%]

[Nutrition: 23%]

[Hydration: 34%]

[Status Effects:

[Hypothermia (stage 1): Stamina drain at rate of {5%} every {10 minutes}.

Leave the source of cold or find a source of heat to counteract this effect.]

My eyes widen at how much damage I'd taken.

"Shit. That fall nearly killed me.", I said in horror, knowing how close I was to death. "...Still saving my ass even now, eh, Freddie?"

I take a deep breath and shift my attention shifted over to the status effect and my current reserves. The realization hit pretty quick that, even if I just floated there, I'd only last about two hours. And that's only if my hunger and thirst didn't run out before then. As I was making a list of my potential options here, I noticed that while my Stamina was still at 63%, the other two had dropped 3% each. I didn't understand why they dropped so quickly, while Stamina stayed the same. Then, it hit me.

My Stamina was constantly refilling itself, even with the drain from the effect, because it was draining my hunger and thirst quicker to compensate.

"Fuck!", I growled, "At this rate, I've barely got twenty minutes. Damn it all!"

Yeah, at this point, I was indescribably pissed. Literally the first time I go through the door, the door that was supposed to take me on magical adventures to who knows where, spits me out in the middle of nowhere ocean to either fall, or starve to death. I was gonna die...again. And this time, I wasn't even going to die for a good reason, just because of fucking stupidity.

Floating there, in the water, I felt something welling up inside me. Moving up from the base of my stomach, through my chest, and finally catching in my throat. It was...a feeling that I had only felt a few times in my life. It made me want to scream, scream until my voice was gone and I coughed blood. I wanted to scream so loud that even people from my home would be able to hear it, rending apart space and time, through the sheer unending injustice I was drowning in.

"A second chance at life...and fate chooses to kick me in the teeth."

I opened my mouth, ready to unleash everything, but then...

"Oi! You awake?!", shouted a deep and gravelly voice.

"Yeah, you okay!?", shouted another, but much younger voice.

'No fucking way...', I thought as I turned to look in the direction of the voices.

Approaching from the south of me was a small ship, more closely compared in size to a sloop, but this one didn't have any sails, appearing to be entirely motorized. The ship came to a slow stop next to me, where I got to see the owner of one of the voices standing on the deck, ready to throw a life preserver with an attached rope.

He was a young man, most likely in his late twenties, with slightly pale skin and grey hair, clad in a royal blue suit-jacket and a matching brimmed hat, the hat itself modified to end in a point at the front while the back becomes several spiked protrusions.

"Hey, catch!", he yelled, just before tossing the ring and attached rope, it just landing a few feet from me.

I didn't hesitate in swimming and grabbing that ring, latching onto it like I was made of Velcro. He started pulling me in, all the while I was internally crying. After a few good pulls on his part, I was now right next to the boat, forcibly reaching a shaking and sore arm out to the railing, sadly just falling short. The young man quickly bent over the railing and grasped my retreating arm, gripping with vice-like force. With a one-two heave-ho, he pulled with all his might, placing his boot against the rail for leverage. In one quick motion, I went flying over the railing and right onto the deck of the boat, face first, skidding a few feet before I finally stopped. I rolled over onto my back in a daze, vision blurry and just able to make out the overcast clouds in the sky. With a few frantic steps, the Young man's face leans over and into my line of sight, a look of concern on his face.

"H-hey, you okay?", he asked, the tone in his voice clearly matching his worried expression.

I didn't react at first, just letting the moment sink in. He snapped his fingers a few times in front of my face, drawing my eyes to him. He let out a small sigh.

"Good, at least you're responsive. You got a name? Can you talk?"

"F-felix.", I shuttered out, the cold making me shiver my words out. "M-my n-n-n-name is Felix."

The man then turned up towards the side and called out, "He's responsive. Got any towels on this thing?".

A portly, rotund, if slightly short, man wearing a white sailors uniform and pristine captain's hat walked up from a staircase leading towards the inside of the ship, tower of towels in hand. He spoke in the same gruff voice from before.

"Already on it. What kind of sailor doesn't have towels? What, ya think we just air dry?", He said in a joking manner, sarcasm plain to see.

The younger man just rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel. They both used the towels to dab and dry me off, though with how soaked my clothes were, it didn't do much.

"This isn't helping. Do you have any fire-types?", the captain asked to the younger man.

"Not on me.", he replied. "Salamance knows a few fire-type moves, but they'd probably kill him."

"Drat!", the captain exclaimed. He brought a thumb up to his chin in thought. He was quiet for a moment, before he asked the young man, "do you still have that Ursuring?".

The young man pulled a small round object from his belt and replied, "Yeah, why?".

"That'll have to do. We have to warm him up quickly, before any permanent damage sets in. Here, help me carry him.", he said before positioning himself by my feet.

The young man quickly slid around and grabbed me just under the shoulders, and in sync, they both lifted up and carried me below deck. I was completely limp, my muscles gave out once I was actually on deck, so I wasn't putting any sort of resistance. Once we got below, we stopped in a small kitchen area, and they leaned me up against the counter.

"Help me strip him, gotta get these damn soaked clothes off.", said the captain.

Again, I couldn't put up any sort of fight, so bit by bit, they dragged and peeled the sopping wet clothing off me and tossed them in a nearby sink, though they left my underwear alone, thank god. Once that was done, they wrapped me in a bunch of towels, pretty much turning me into a burrito...it was nice.

The young man brought out the same object from before, where this time I actually got a good look at it...and immediately recognized it. It was a small sphere with a red top and white bottom half, divided by a metallic strip, with a glowing button in the center. It...was a fucking pokeball.

'I'm in fucking Pokemon!', I mentally exclaimed, 'Of all the worlds I could have been sent to, I end up here? I know nothing about this place, aside from the mascot and whatever I saw from a few episodes of the show. What the hell am I supposed to do here?'

As I'm having my internal freak out, the young man presses the button on the ball, making it grow from the size of a marble to a baseball, and tosses it into a corner of the room. It snaps open, filling the area with a white light, which coalesces into a large form. Once fully formed, the light fades away, revealing the image of a large, bear-like creature, with ruffles of fur on its shoulders that hang down, and a large yellow circle on it's belly. It struck a pose with its arms above its head and loudly proclaimed "Ursa" in a deep voice.

"Ursuring, we've got a man suffering from Hypothermia, think ya can help warm him up?", asked the captain.

Ursuring let out a low grunt and a nod of affirmation before lumbering over to me, picking me up in it's claws like I was a toy. It pressed me against it's chest with its massive arms, giving new meaning to the term "bear hug", with me sinking into its mass of fur a good few inches. Despite it's vicious visage, this thing was deceptively soft. Like, if you took a teddy bear, brought it to life, gave it steroids, then ran it through the wash with an entire bottle of fabric softener. That kind of soft.

Just as I'm getting used to it's warmth and fluffiness, it leans and falls onto it's back, essentially turning himself into an impromptu mattress and making the ship rumble in the process. I have to say, with how tired and worn I was, it didn't take much for me to start getting sleepy.

"You're so fluffy...I hope it's okay if I just...", was all I was able to get out before I went to dream land.

The captain and the young man nearly had panic attacks when the mysterious man they'd rescued suddenly drifted off mid-sentence. They both rushed to the Ursuring's side to check on him, but were quickly waved away by it's large paw and a few growling grumbles, which they took to mean "He's alright, just sleeping."

They both let out a sigh, turning to each other with questions in their minds.

"Well, that's a relief. I wanted to ask him more, but I guess that'll have to wait till he wakes up.", he sighs, wiping a few sweat drops from his forehead.

"Aye. Let's just be glad he ain't having tea with Davey Jones. Can't tell how long he was in the water for, but with the look of those bruises, he's lucky we came by when we did.", Said the captain, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, blowing a puff of smoke in the air.

"What do you mean?", the young man turned his head toward the man, wafting the smoke away from his face.

The captain takes another puff before speaking. "While I can't say what made 'em, he must have been in quite a lot of pain. Whatever it was certainly gave him a real beating, that's for sure. I reckon he would've drowned before too long when his arms gave out.", he answered darkly.

"Jeez... any idea how he could have gotten this far from shore?", the young man asked, not turning away from the man.

The captain brought his hand up to his chin, thinking and stroking it as if he had a beard, "Hmm...don't think he's a sailor, doesn't have the right 'air' about him. Civilian maybe? Could have fallen off a cruise ship."

"Do you know of any ships that chart their course through here?", he asked the captain, turning to him with a questioning gesture.

The captain grumbled under his breath for a moment, trying to recall any such information.

"...Not this time of year. The only ship I know of that does is only during the summer. We're in off-season."

"Darn... What about an aerial battle against a flying type, or a water battle where he got overwhelmed?", the young man puzzled. "Maybe he got knocked off and crashed into the ocean? "

The captain formed his own puzzling look, considering logistics of such a situation. "Hmm...it's an idea, but wouldn't his Pokémon have caught him in that case? And I didn't see a ball-belt on him. Could be he's not even a trainer?", he pondered to his more experienced friend.

"You don't have to have a ball-belt to be a trainer, Eldritch, just an ID...and balls, obviously. But you do make a good point; if he was flying, why didn't the flying type just pick him up?", the young man replied with growing defeat in his voice.

Noticing his friend worsening mood, Eldritch quickly changed the subject, "...I'll go check his pockets. Hopefully he's got an ID or somethin'."

The portly captain took a few steps to his right and headed towards the sink, while the young man took a seat on a nearby couch. The captain quickly began rooting through all the pockets the mysterious man had, becoming slightly frustrated and concerned when he could find nothing, let alone any form of identification. His pockets were completely empty. With nothing better to do at the moment, as they'd weighed anchor when they saw the man floating, he began twisting and ringing out the drenched clothing, somewhat admiring the design on the back of the vest.

Meanwhile, the young man had leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees, sitting in silent contemplation. His thoughts turn slightly suspicious with so much unknown about this new arrival. Even with his less-than-exemplary abilities, he could sense something from him. Exactly what, he couldn't tell you, it just felt off. After a moment of internal speculation, he had come up with a possibility, but he readily understood that he needed a second opinion to confirm. A second opinion from someone far more experienced in this particular field.

He reached back and grabbed another pokeball of his belt and tossed it like the one before, the same light filling the galley once more. This time, the light came together in a smaller form, kneeling on the ground. The light faded, revealing the sight of his Team Ace and Pokémon partner, Lucario. The blue, jackal-like Pokémon rse from its kneeling position and looked expectantly at it's master, with a twinge of curiosity.

With a simple head motion, he drew Lucario's attention to the man wrapped by Ursuring's massive form. With only but a glance, Lucario immediately understood what her partner was asking and focused it's senses. It's eyes glazed over, a faint blue, fiery essence filling it's irises like a gentle flame. It extended it's sight, peering at more than his physical form but looking deeper, at the makeup of his being; his Aura.

Every living being in the world has an aura. Pokémon, people, even plants to some degree; all have this energy, there are no exceptions. Some have become aware of it, training and meditating to learn to harness and control it. Others innately use it in their everyday lives, never being none-the-wiser to what they're doing. Then, there's the Lucario line, a species of Pokémon so tied to it, that even from birth they can visualize the aura in the world around them. They've even been able to discern specific characteristics about a person from their aura alone.

To this Lucario, the aura she was sensing was much different from others she's felt. Not powerful, per se, but warm, comforting, inviting, even. She sensed no malice or ill will from the man but yet, she too felt the same sensation that her master did. Though, with her innate advantage in this field, she could better discern what it was that was wrong.

It had no negativity, period. Nothing, not a single shred of negative energy.

Even the most saintly of individuals, or the most innocuous of plants, have negative energy in one form or another, even if one is trying to suppress it. Not this man though. It was like every tiny piece was ripped out of him on a fundamental level. She could only mourn what kind of sad, horrid fate had befallen this man.

She released her sight and turned back to her partner, only shaking her head in response to his inevitable question. The man sat back in the couch, letting a morbid and morose smile cross his face.

"...Thought so.", he said, downtrodden.

"Welp, I turned up nothin'. The kid's pockets are bare. No Id, no jewelry, no phone, hell, there ain't even any damn lint.", the captain said, rejoining his friend in the living room-esque space.

"...Guess there's nothing left to do but wait.", The young man replied. "Think we can get the boat moving again? I can watch him while you're up-top."

"Aye, we've been here long enough. Don't want to risk being caught in a storm, these waters can be temperamental this time of year." Said the captain, before strolling towards the stairs and heading back up.

Silence fell on the galley, the young man simply watching and waiting for Felix to awake from his impromptu nap. Then, just for a moment, a thought crept into his mind. A small, negligible thought, that no less quickly took hold. Then, just like that, it was gone, like it was never there to begin with. The only thing that remained in his mind at that moment...was a small flash of pink, that was quickly discarded and forgotten.

The snoring. My God, the snoring. That is the reason why I never caught an Ursuring, they snore like a vacuum that got a penny stuck in it. Only worse, somehow.

So, needless to say, I had a very rude awakening. I was having such a nice dream too. I was skipping through a field made of cotton and bunnies, not a care in the world as the smiling sun shone down on me. Imagine my shock when, after walking up to a group of bunnies to say hi, one of said bunnies open their mouth and lets out the sound of a fucking foghorn on full blast. Dream me was, obviously, kind-of confused, as it's common knowledge that bunnies don't sound like that. Then, a few seconds later, one of the other bunnies did the same thing. Soon enough, I became a chorus of foghorns coming out of these things, eventually getting so loud that the ground started to shake like an earthquake. They would start and stop the chorus again and again every few seconds. The shaking got so violent that I actually lost my balance and fell on my face. The second my face hit the floor, though, my eyes snapped open, and I suddenly realize what that noise was.

I let out a soft groan, the weight of the Ursuring's arms not letting me inhale too much air. I tried to wiggle free, but that thing had an iron grip. Using my one free hand, I start quickly tapping on its chest to wake it up. Apparently, this one was a heavy sleeper, so it just stirred a bit and twitched its nose. I start tapping harder, more deliberately and with both hands. That was a bad idea.

It didn't wake up, oh no, it just rolled over...with me still in it's arms. It rolls over and flops onto it's belly, trapping me underneath said massive, jiggly belly. The only part of me that wasn't underneath him was my right hand and part of my forearm, which immediately started flailing wildly in panic. I yelled as loud as I could, only to be muffled by the large mass of fur on top of me. Still, I kept yelling as loud as I could, banging my hand against the floor as hard as I can, in a very desperate attempt to draw attention.

Thankfully, it didn't take very long for attention to be caught. Just after I felt a few panicked footsteps rush into the room, I heard some muffled yelling, and a light-red hue started enveloping my vision. In an instant, the weight and pressure was gone, a sudden bright flash of light nearly searing my eyes.

"Ah! My eyes!", I yell, rolling back and forth on the floor rubbing my eyes, desperately trying to rub away the stinging.

I feel a hand placed on my shoulder, somewhat forcefully trying to keep me still. "Hey! What's wrong?!", it said with a concerned voice.

"To...bright.", I eek out, my eyelids shutting even tighter every time I try to open them.

The person's grip let up slightly, as only a few seconds later, I felt something covering my face. I reach up to touch it and am met with the familiar texture of fabric and suede, as well as a shape that also becomes familiar the more I feel out its definition. It was a hat. Specifically, the hat that the blue jacketed guy was wearing before.

After a minute or two, when my eyes stop feelinglike they're on fire, I slowly lift the hat and peek one eye out, recoiling slightly when my eyes still hadn't adjusted to the light. I'm met with the face of the man who owned the hat, carefully watching in concern.

"Oh...hey, you're the guy who pulled me from the water...", I say with a surprisingly weak and dry voice.

He let out a small sigh of relief and said, "Yeah, that's me. Name's Riley.

"Hi Riley...say, you wouldn't happen to have any food or water, would you?...I'm, uh, kinda running empty at the moment...please?", I say, listless and lightheaded.

He gives a curt nod and stands up, headed towards a refrigerator in the corner of the room. He returns a few moments later holding a plastic water bottle and what appears to be a sandwich in a little plastic baggie. With some assistance, I lurch my way over to the couch and plop down on it, the leather cushions making a squeaky hissing sound as the air escapes under my weight. I graciously accept the refreshments and eat, though I do it carefully, as to not agitate my already aching muscles.

'I guess video game powers don't account for things like muscles fatigue. Either that, or my stats are just that bad...', I thought as I took another bite of the sandwich. Pretty tasty. 'What does a stat point even translate to, anyway?'

"So...", I heard Riley start, "who are you?"

(Meanwhile, Inside Felix's head.)

'Oh shit, Brain, He asked the question. What do we do?'

'...I don't know!'

'What do you mean you don't know?! You're the Brain! You know everything!'

'I don't know what happened, everything just went blank...Wait, I had an excuse planned. I wrote it down when we were unconscious...(Rustling papers)...Shit! It's gone!'

'...We really need to get a filing system or something.'

'NOT THE TIME, BODY!'

'Then just make something up, 'cause the longer we talk, the more suspicious he gets!'

'What am I supposed to make up? I only have a few mismatched bootleg episodes and a bunch of memes. The hell am I supposed to do with those?!'

'...You could always fake it?'

'That is the stupidest- Wait..."Fake it.".'

'Yeah, that's what I ju-'

'Shut up!...'

'...'

'...Okay, do as exactly as I say...and don't fuck it up...'

'...OK.'

'Good. Now start with...'

I bring the sandwich down from my mouth and hang my head down, staring at the floor with a ponderous expression.

"That's...a good question."

"You don't know?", he said, slight disbelief in his voice.

"Not...really. Everything is kinda...", I start, scrunching my eyes, blinking a few times and rubbing my head, "...fuzzy."

"Really...", he replies while crossing his arms. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Before you pulled me out of the water?", I ask, and received a nod.

I close my eyes and pretend that I'm thinking real hard.

"I remember...wind, lots of wind. Fast wind. And...Falling. There's also...a bell? No no no, not a bell...ringing, a loud ringing noise. Agh-", I exclaimed, clutching my head like it was in pain. Though, I didn't have to fake too much with that.

"...It's just...black before that. Agh- It...hurts.", I groan out.

Riley walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder, I think somewhat trying to be comforting.

"It-it's okay. You've just woken up, so things are probably a little jumbled for you right now. We can do the questions later.", he said. He took a few steps toward a set of stairs, then turned back towards me. "Finish your sandwich and rest for a bit. I'll go inform the captain that you're up.", he finishes and heads up the stairs, leaving me alone in the galley.

There is only one sentence that runs through my mind in that moment.

'I can't believe that fucking worked.'

Yada yada yada, You know what to do. Special thanks to AsuraJZero for acting as my emergency beta reader.