warm bed sheets. "We found you half-concious on your boat. B-b-rian was no where to be seen." he said slowly.

"D-d-did you find him? He..sunk.." Matt coughed loudly and groaned, his throat burning with each dry swallow.

"I'm sorry lad. Brian..Brian couldn't be saved. We couldn't find him..He's dead.."

Matt stared up at the cieling, removing his eyes from Swooter. Tears stung at his eyes and ran down his cheek and disappeared into the bed sheet..."My dog..my friend..gone...No..it's not true," his voice growing stronger and angerier. "he's still alive, I KNOW IT!" he shouted, sitting up in bed, glaring with pure loathing at Swooter.

"Lad, be reasonable, there is no way that Brian could survive a drowning..It's immpossible. Unless he was saved by Davy Jones!" he chuckled.

Matt glared at Swooter. "I'll find him. I'll find Brian.." he swore.."He's alive. I know it..I can feel it..." he said, then layed back down, his back to Swooter. "I'll find you Brian.."