It was cold. Icy breakers washed over the still form of the otter pulling him back into consciousness. He groaned and stirred, coughing up saltwater. How long had he been lying here? Where was here? he thought. He raised himself up and looked around. All he could see was a sandy beach that led to towering cliffs. He tried to remember if he had ever been here before but could remember nothing before waking up here. He could not remember his name, where he had come from or anything that had happened before.