Kuto awoke to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes with one hand. As his vision cleared, he realized he was not in his bed back home in Maldives. He was on a small island surrounded by nothing but water.
He got to his feet and looked around, trying to figure out how he had gotten there and what had happened. The last thing he remembered was going to bed after a long day at work. He must have been sleepwalking because there was no way he could have swam all the way out here overnight.
He started walking around the perimeter of the island, looking for any signs of civilization or a way off the island. After an hour or so of fruitless searching, Kuto began to feel lightheaded from hunger and thirst. His stomach grumbled angrily as he sat down on the sand, resting his head in his hands.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before hearing someone calling his name from afar. He raised his head and saw a boat approaching the island rapidly. As it got closer, Kuto recognized one of the men aboard as Mohamed, a friend from work.