A few days had passed since the chaotic drama back in Brigantine, and life seemed to have finally settled back into a normal rhythm. Well, mostly normal.
On an ice-cold night, the MCPD's river patrol pulled a handsome young man out of the freezing Bell River.
That handsome young man was Scott McQueen.
Currently, Scott was shivering violently on a wooden bench, wrapped in a thick, heavy blanket provided by the paramedics. He muttered through chattering teeth, staring blankly ahead.
"It's so funny… after all these months of saving everyone else, today I'm the one who needs saving…"
Scott looked at the Bell River in front of him.
In the middle of the frozen surface, a man-sized hole was punched through the ice.
Then a deep, heroic voice interrupted:
"Hopefully you're not staring at that river because you want to end up there again."
