It was very early morning when Candlehead dragged Swizzle to the shore. Swizzle's clothes were ripped up. As she laid him on the sand, Candlehead fixed her gaze at her love. The human still had his eyes closed and was very wet. Still not breathing at all. Candlehead waited for Swizzle to wake up and breathe but it seemed like he wouldn't! Fear grew inside Candlehead. What if she was too late? She noticed Charmy landing down on the sand. He had survived the storm. As he walked over to inspect Swizzle, Candlehead hoped that he could tell her about Swizzle's condition. Candlehead: "Is he - dead?"