Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
Being grabbed by the shoulders jolted Sam awake from his odd half-slumber, but he was so confused by what was happening at first he couldn't quite form the words to ask Milo what was going on. He could tell Milo was upset, alarmed even, but all he could see was the soft purples of a morning Torchline sky and the beach, which seemed empty.
The hands on his chest were what finally got him to speak. "Milo, wh...what are you doing?" Sam asked, eyes narrow and his voice croaky, dry from inhaling so much sand and inexplicably, a raw throat. "Is something wrong?" Getting the strength from somewhere to sit up and gently put a hand on his saviour's wrist to push him away, he tilted his head at Milo, clearly confused.
The hands on his chest were what finally got him to speak. "Milo, wh...what are you doing?" Sam asked, eyes narrow and his voice croaky, dry from inhaling so much sand and inexplicably, a raw throat. "Is something wrong?" Getting the strength from somewhere to sit up and gently put a hand on his saviour's wrist to push him away, he tilted his head at Milo, clearly confused.
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
