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Eilea hustled through the living room a smile pasted on her face.  “Alright let’s go wake those boys.”

Pounding on the cabin door, they called in unison, “Surprise!”

Officer Deans opened the door.  “We were already up.”

“Ready to go?”

“Yep.”

“I’d like to walk.  It’s only a block and I need to work up an appetite,” Eilea suggested.  Everyone agreed and they set off, ignoring Officer Dean’s objections.   He had no choice but tag along.

They ordered then sat back, silently looking from one to the other.  “Eilea, have you decided whether-or-not you want to head back home?”

“I want to wait until Paul gets here and we find out what happened with Officer Marks.”

“I’m for staying,” Brandon said.  “I can take care of Christina.  I’m not worried about this maniac.”

Eilea silently applauded his bravery, foolhardy though it may be. She listened as the teens bantered back and forth discussing activities they wanted to explore.  It didn’t take much coaxing when after breakfast was finished they went in search of entertainment.

The first of many possibilities was a para-sailing company.  Brandon and Christina decided they wanted to give it a try and bounded toward the lineup to wait.  Christina watched as heads bent, they laughed and joked amiably, inching their way to the front.  Although the lineup wasn’t particularly long, it still took an hour.

She watched with some excitement as knowledgeable “handlers” for lack of a better word, fitted their gear, explained in detail how to manage it and what to react in an emergency. When the boat moved off, the rest of the group a few feet ahead of where she stood, yelled encouragement.

The Para-sailing boat moved off slowly lifting them into the sky, airborne in a matter of minutes moving higher and higher.  Then the unthinkable happened.

She watched in horror as Christina suddenly lost altitude and Brandon was scrambling to reach her, barely grabbing hold around her waist the two plummeted into the water.

The boat immediately circled back killing the motor as it neared the two floating on the water.  Two guides lifted them into the boat.  First Christina’s limp body was hauled aboard followed by Brandon, who assisted in getting himself inside.

“Thank God, they were wearing life preservers!  They weren’t high enough to do any serious damage!”  Deans comforted.  A deafening silence followed his words as they anxiously watched and waited at the shoreline until the rescue boat started for shore.  An ambulance was backing down to the dock.  Before any of them could reach the injured teens, they were loaded inside and whisked away.

Obviously, Andrew, Cliff and Theresa had observed the incident as well, for they rushed toward her and Andrew yelled, “Mom, mom, was that Brandon and Christina?”

Turning to face the trio, she said, “Yes, quick, grab your towels, we’re leaving.  We’ve got to get to the hospital.”  They piled into the unmarked car anxiety and concern visible on every face.

The car had barely stopped when Eilea threw the door open and rushed into the emergency room.  “My daughter and her boyfriend were brought in by ambulance a few moments ago.  Where are they?”

The nurse asked, “Are you Ms. Martin?”

The first of many possibilities was a para-sailing company.  While Brandon and Christina decided they wanted to give it a try, they stood in the lineup and waited for their turn.  Christina watched as heads bent, they laughed and joked amiably, inching their way to the front of the line.  Although the lineup wasn’t particularly long, it still took an hour to reach the front of the line.

She watched with some excitement as knowledgeable “handlers” for lack of a better word, fitted their gear, explaining in detail how to manage it and what to do.

The rest of the group stood with her and watched yelling encouragement at them.

The Rainbow Para-sailing boat moved off and slowly the two were lifted off and into the sky, higher and higher.  They were airborne for a matter of minutes before the unthinkable happened.

She watched in horror as Christina suddenly lost altitude and Brandon was scrambling to reach her, barely grabbing hold around her waist when the two plummeted into the water.

The boat was circling back and killed the motor as it neared the two floating on the water and as soon as they were close enough, the two guides lifted them into the boat.  First Christina’s limp body was hauled into the boat followed by Brandon, who seem able to assist in getting himself inside.

“Thank God, they were wearing life preservers!  They weren’t high enough to do any serious damage!”  Steve comforted.

A deafening silence followed his words as they anxiously watched and waited at the shoreline until the rescue boat started for shore.  An ambulance was backing down to the dock.  Before any of them could reach the injured teens, they were loaded inside and whisked away.

Obviously Andrew, Cliff and Theresa had observed the incident as well, for they rushed toward her and Andrew yelled, “Mom, mom, was that Brandon and Christina?”

Turning to face the trio, she said, “Yes, quick, grab your towels, we’re leaving.  We’ve got to get to the hospital.”  Eilea and Andrew went with Paul while the others piled into Steve’s car.  They met at the hospital and Eilea rushed into the emergency room.  “My daughter and her boyfriend were brought in by ambulance a few moments ago.  Where are they?”

The nurse asked, “Are you Ms. Martin?”

“Yes.”

“Doctor Morrison is examining them now.  Would you please fill out these forms?  As soon as you’re finished, you can talk to the doctor.  He will have completed his examination by then.”

“Paul, would you phone Brandon’s parents and ask if he has any allergies and give them the hospital’s phone number so they can call and fill them in on his medical history?”

“Where’s their number?”

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