"Damn it, they found me..." Imogen scolded herself mockingly when her family of nearly all girls crowded around her slightly bruised body. Stupid rocks. She coughed and submerged her neck into the crisp water. "Yes dearies, I'm alive. And its because of the surgeon, so I suggest that you either wake him up or carry him with us." She looked at each of them in turn. "I know what you're thinking. I didn't like it myself, trust me." Imogen's eyes finally caught sight of Damien and she smiled teasingly at him. "I thought you went off to Spain, last time I checked. Glad to see you again after all these years."