Inspector Elliott McGinty

Inspector Elliott McGinty awoke with a sinking feeling. The last time this happened was when his waterbed had broken and flooded his bedroom. This time, however, he was not in bed. In fact, when he opened his eyes and looked up, he could see white, fluffy clouds in the blue sky above him. Then he realized that he felt wet. His arms felt wet and so did his legs.
Lifting up his head to look around, Elliott could see nothing but water all around him. He tried to prop himself up on his elbow to get a better look and discovered that he was on a small, wooden raft in the middle of what looked like the ocean. He licked his lips to discover a salty taste and the air also smelled like the sea.
“How did I get here?” He wondered.
Pulling up his legs, he got himself into a sitting position and realized that the raft, if that was indeed what it was called, was quite small and was barely large enough to hold his body. He was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and a pair of ripped, faded blue jeans. If he had had any shoes on before, they were gone now and only white athletic socks covered his cold, wet feet.
He began wracking his brain for some memory of how he came to be where he was. It was then that he realized that he also had a tremendous headache. He reached up to touch his head and discovered a sizable and painful lump on the backside of his skull. He brought his fingers around so he could see them and a small amount of blood clung to his fingers. That caused him to look at the water surrounding him, just in case his blood had attracted any sharks.
It was then that he decided to check his pockets and found that they were all empty except for a small pocket knife and a waterlogged cell phone. Not particularly helpful. Then the water around him shifted texture and began changing shape. The slight ripples in the water began smoothing out. The raft also began changing shape into some sort of chair and the surrounding sea began reforming into a forest, tall and green.
As Elliott began to take in all the changes, his mind became confused and fuzzy. He began to see things he had never seen, or were these memories that had been long forgotten?

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