He is lost in the depths of the water, and he knows the struggle means to lie idle or to survive. He is caught between the sea and death, but he knows he is alive, as he gasps for air in the fight as he screams. He is thrashing for support in a place that holds no comfort, he is taken down by force, and he knows that he is done for. He sees a mirage of all of the people that he had known before this unforeseen crisis, and he knows the end is near he can no longer fight this. And just as he had sunk beneath the malice of the storm, a pair of gentle hands grasped his and guided him towards the shore.