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"...Great." You say out loud, feeling bemused as you watch your new lizard friend disappear. Then, thinking to yourself: I'm floating in the middle of a lake--which may only be a figment of my broken mind, of course--in my underwear. I don't know who I am, I don't know where I'm from, I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that I'm apparently called Aiden, and I know how to swim. You watch as the wake of ripples in front of you starts to fade, then speak again to the air around you, "Not that it's doing me any good at the moment, of course."

You consider my options. Your clothes are on the shore behind you. You have no idea how far, much less where this temple of hers is located. And you can't very well go mucking about barefooted.

So, back to the shore it is.

Once there, you spread the coat on the ground, unbuttoned, then bundle your clothes and place them in the middle of the coat. After sticking the wire cutters inside the right boot, you lay both boots on top of the clothes. Then you button the coat around the pile, fold the bottom of the jacket upwards, and tie the sleeves across, creating a makeshift handle.

"I guess that will have to do," you mutter, not altogether pleased about the idea of wearing wet clothing once you reach the opposite side of the lake. Your only hope is that the coat will protect your sparse belongings somewhat, but that hope is slim.

Grabbing my bundle by the newly fashioned handle, you step towards the lake and stare across. "Here goes nothing," you say with a raised eyebrow and sense of resignation--before wading into the lake and beginning to swim.

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