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He could hear the sound of a breeze whistle, rising up in bursts and fading down along the trees. He could hear the sound of rushing water, of stream parting along stone, all beneath a ringing - low and consistent, in his ears. Gilligan's shaking hand reached out to feel the hundreds of marble sized rocks his body was on and with his left leg he gently lifted his foot out of the water's it rested on. Feeling was returning to his body again - and with it pain. A jagged reach of stabbing pain from his left shoulder to his right thigh, the result of impact no doubt. But where was he?

He opened his eyes, shifting them down his body immediately immediately. He was right - he lay on a beach, though it was filled with rocks instead of sand, along a stretching stream, his feet at it's edge. Past it was a tree-line of dark blues and greens illuminated only by starlight. Gilligan frowned as thoughts returned, memories, questions. He rested his head back into the stones and stared up at the sky - illuminated by thousands of stars, like an endless net over the sphere of a world he now lay. And he remembered the fires and the turbulence and the warning lights flash. This was not earth, Gilligan realized with tear-filled eyes.