Caroline never really gets used to the fact that the boat can just take someone from anytime, anywhere. You think she would, with the number of her friends that are so far back from when they were before, when she has so much time on all of them, but she doesn't. Every time someone she lost, someone she loves, someone she misses, finds their way onto the boat, it's like she's being smacked in the face with it all over again.

(Oddly enough, the first thing that strikes her is that he looks so young. It's such a vain thing to notice, but she forgets that they were kids then, dumb and stupid and while she never changes, she knows that he did.)

It's the fact that he doesn't look okay that starts her back into action again, towel for the pool abandoned as she drops it at one end of the deck, zooming with vampire speed over from the other. Her knees connect with the deck hard, one hand moving to the side of his face as she draws his attention back to her.

"Matt? Hey, Matt, it's okay. You're okay."

She's not sure when he's from yet, but from what she can tell, it doesn't look good.