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I’m awake, but I can’t open my eyes. I can just about hear Kate’s voice calling to me, telling me to wake up. I feel her hands on my shoulders, shaking them hard, but they still won’t open. Then an ice-cold gush of water hits me in the face. Still nothing.
I think I’m dying.
Ivy appears in my head. And Gran. I don’t see Granddad, though; he’s too sick to move again. We’re at the cinema, watching a cartoon. I can’t remember which one. Ivy looks bored; she’s outgrown these silly movies. There’s a big grin on Gran’s face; she’s enjoying it even more than me. I have a large cup of Coke slotted into the seat’s cup-holder, and a gigantic tub of popcorn on my lap, way too big for just me. Ivy has a tub to herself, and Gran just has a bag of sweets.
Suddenly a hand reaches over from the sea
