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Eyes closed.
A watermelon floats on calm waves after a storm. Exhausted, he wishes he could find solid land already, but this is better than the chaos before.
He feels an itch on his left hand. Still saturated with seawater, his waterlogged right arm inches slowly until reaches its target, only to realize—oh, yeah—it's not there but somewhere in the ocean. He scratches with his mitt-hand anyway, as if that might help.
It doesn't.
He opens his eyes to a white ceiling above.
One arm. One leg. Gone.
He's not sure how he got here.
And he is not a Watermelon Steven.