The air and atmosphere is grey. Almost as if we are looking through a grey screen cap, can still see colour, but not as vivid. We are on a coast. Both of us are in the ocean water near the coast. We are spread out from one another on look out / guard duty. Between us is a row boat with a bag tied shut. Someone appears out of the water between us and begins pushing the boat to shore. I try to stop the boat with my body. You try to stop the hooded stranger with your words. I can gain no good footing in the sand and falter. You begin coughing on the salty air. The stranger manages to strand the boat on shore. He climbs inside of the boat. While removing his jacket and hood, he picks up the bag and throws it over his shoulder. We both then realize the stranger is a lost friend, but the items we were protecting belonged to him. He says no words and hops back off the row boat with the bag and walks off the beach and away. We don't know what to say to each other. You just sit in the boat holding your head. I lie in the water and let the tide decide where I should go.