Murphy had an odd feeling for a while. Though unconscious, there was a feeling of movement. Something was propelling him forward, up, and occasionally, back down into the water, with the unknown force pulling him back up.  After several repetitions of up and down, something different happened. His body was hanging off of something much more solid and prominent than whatever mysterious force had pulled him along the whole time. The force that was pulling him along slowly rested him upon this solid object. Suddenly, there was no more mysterious force. Whatever had been pulling him no longer had any grasp on him.<br/><br/>Something wasnâ€™t right. As water splashed across his face from waves hitting the solid object, he snapped back into consciousness. He took a moment to look at his surroundings to realize that he was floating in the middle of nowhere on some wreckage, alone.<span style="font-style: italic">â€I didnâ€™t get here by myself. Someone must have helpedâ€¦ OH CRAP!â€</span>Upon looking behind him, what he saw was slightly disturbing. Something was sinking, and whatever was trailing it down looked like hair. Not short hair, but not of great length either.<span style="font-style: italic">â€Could someone else have survived this? I canâ€™t let them die now!â€</span><br/><br/>With some effort, Murphy pushed himself off of his resting place and submerged himself. His visibility was very limited, but whatever it was seemed to be about the size of a human. If this person was the one who saved him, now would be a great time to return that favor. He hooked one arm around the midsection of the body, and used his remaining limbs to push himself up. After a struggle of what seemed like a minute, he had broken the surface of the water, making sure whoever he was carrying had their head above the water. The wreckage he had been resting on was still rather close, and he swam to it.<br/><br/>He couldnâ€™t hear any breathing. The whole time he was swimming, not a single breath was exhaled. Trying to be careful, he had moved this person to resting on the wreckage with the upper portion of their body. Using the wreckage as leverage, he lifted their legs up, laying them upon the wreckage as well. After swimming to another end of the wreckage, he managed to pull himself up, careful not to overturn the very thing saving their lives. As he crawled over to the unconscious person, he figured whoever was lying there was likely female.<br/><br/>Not taking the time to see who it was, he tilted her head back and listened at her mouth for a few seconds, looking for any rising in her chest at the same time. No movement at all. He moved over to her midsection and seemed to hesitate for a moment. He knew the procedure for CPR, but he was almost too considerate for his own good. He didnâ€™t want to touch what part of her body was above her heart, regardless of who it was. After a deep breath, he did what he had to do. His hands rested on her heart and pumped down at a moderate speed, hoping to keep whatever oxygen was in her body circulating even the smallest amount.<br/><br/>At this point, this womanâ€™s life was the only valuable thing for miles, and he was determined to save it.