Dr. Rider stumbled over, emerging from the trees, a look of numb disbelief on his face. All he could see was the stark contrast of the girls jet black hair against the white sand and the glaring red blood across her leg. Was she dead? He stood before her, his team member Maven, laying helplessly below him. He was confused and dazed. He gripped onto his canister, when he heard a shout from the shoreline.

"Hey!" Will called, after ripping at the box, "I found water!". He lugged the box above his head to climb back over the wreckage. As his feet pushed through the water and reached the land he spotted a man stood by May. "Dr!" Will called in surprise. He was alive, he felt relief that he was not also lying face down in the ocean. The Dr looked up at Will as he made his way over to them, pulling at the plastic wrap of the box to free one of the bottles of water. "She'll be okay" Will reassured Dr. Rider seeing confusion in his face. He looked over her wound again, happy that it was not gushing blood. He would need to stitch it and dress it soon. He opened the water and poured some carefully across her leg, washing the wound to avoid infection. Then he lifted up May's head "Here, May, drink" trying to coax her to consciousness.