Matt was jolted back to life from the watery explosion as soon as his eyes started to burn. Apparently he was buried in the painful sand and saltwater combination. Double Trouble. Double Dare. So he quickly dislodged himself from underneath a pile of sand, Starbucks paper cups, Jones Soda bottles, and whatever else lie in the pile of Seattle-based refuge.
He rubbed his eyes of as much sand as he could, and tried to figure what was around him. He heard the sounds of the Marketplace. He heard a random kid saying something about a "hobo". And he saw a certain purple-shirted fellow.
