Who: Laurel and Dean Where: On the beach What: Showing up on the island. When: Now. Rating: High - Dean is mouthy. Open: Yes, but poke before jumping in so we won't skip you.
Laurel had a long day, between work which made her spend all day in court, making it home to skype with Dean and then out for drinks and dinner with Jo since Dean was out of town for a few days. Laurel had been on the go all day and had just walked into the door thankful to finally be home, tossing her keys on the table and suddenly everything went black and she could hear waves as water tickled her feet.
Coming to Laurel slowly opened her eyes, glancing at a beach that seemed to stretch for miles. She sat up, her dress was tattered and her purse was soaked from the water. Instantly she open it to get her phone out, but it was wet and not working so it went back in her purse.
"What the hell..." she breathed as she jumped up, one heel was missing, the other was still attached to her foot. She slipped it off, looking around for the other one. "What happened?" she muttered trying to think if perhaps she drunk more then she recalled...this was too strange.