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  There’s a shark in the whirlpool, and he has pink shoelaces in his teeth. Why is there a shark in the whirlpool? I want my pink laces back, but if I try to take them, jaws there will attack me. Well, he can have them. I don’t need a trademark anyway. I’ll just turn the whirlpool off and get another trademark. But my head hurts, and I can’t find the switch.

  “Susan. Susan, sweetheart, can you hear me?”

  I was coming to and moaning. My head hurt. I barely opened my eyes. I could see bright lights and lockers. I could hear a whirlpool. I had to be in the locker room. I closed my eyes again.

  “Susan. The paramedics are on their way.”

  The voice was soft and far away. I realized I was on a hard floor, but someone was beside me, holding me. Strong arms holding me close against a solid chest. I forced my eyes open. I looked up into his beautiful hazel-green eyes. “Mick,” was all I could whisper before passing out again.