The ringing was deafening; a high pitched squeal that seemed to swirl around Will's head. A dull ache spread from ear to ear and the heaviness felt like the dark, wet sand below was dragging him under. He took a small sharp inhale, grasping on to the oxygen his body craved, but with it came the scratch of sand on his already tortured throat. He jolted upright; coughing hard. The movement caused a pounding pain at the back of his head. He raised his hand to his head carefully and discovered blood on his fingers from a small dented gash in his skull. Luckily, it wasn't bleeding profusely, although the effects of concussion were prominent in his mind from the many times he had dealt with cases as such in med school. He wasn't used to being the one needing to be fixed up, but he was well educated and knew that he could help himself with the right resources.

Flashes of memories pulled him away from consciousness, loud thunder echoed inside his mind, surely these were just bad dreams? Will remembered the shouting, his team scared and frantic, gripping on to the sides of the boat. He looked up as bright lightning struck above him, hitting him, burning his retinas with a pure white light. Just as quickly, his view snapped back to reality, the grey blanket of sky felt so close in the humid heat. The light, creeping into view from the sunrise reflected almost an eerie and spellbinding purple on the edges of the thick cloud. As the ringing subsided, his eyes flicked to the water, noticing debris, all too familiar, but now vastly different. The sight was something he never would have thought he would be witnessing. He leant back on his hands, using his slim but muscular arms to pull himself up and slowly his legs found balance in a crouch where he halted, catching sight of his new colleague now floating face down in the water, caught near the rocks. Rosa. Her deep complexion now so lifeless, such a contrast from her determined and energetic self he had met before embarking on this journey. A gasp almost caused him to fall back, but he rose pushing the sand away with his boots, wet sand covering his strong legs, his eyes wet, still locked on the body.

His gaze broke suddenly as he whipped his head round to follow the sounds in the distance. Movement, a shout, people may be in danger. Will instinctively started to move as quickly as he could, ignoring the pain radiating from his hips and arms as he pushed against the coastline to find whoever was there. The sun now peaked through the clouds, giving his wet brown hair and matching brown eyes the same golden tint. His surroundings were somewhat unfamiliar for the 27 year old, he had not been in the field of research science long before Dr. Rider had selected him to be part of his team. His ability to learn fast and his MD degree had earned him his place.

He spotted someone, recognizing Collin crouched beside another. "Hey" Will rasped with desperation, straining for his voice to be heard. When he reached them, he fell to his knees with a thud as close as he could get, breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" he demanded with genuine concern. As Collin turned, Will saw the girl on her back and quickly moved above her. "Is she breathing?" he added straight away, a look of worry on his face, placing his fingers to her carotid artery in her neck to feel for her pulse and then lowering his cheek to her mouth and nose to feel for her breath.