He stared at the sea, hopeful that the only thing he immagined was the sharks, and that she would be on the sea still. She never appeared. John wondered if it was day or night, but the unfimiliar sun just seems to stay on the horizon.
To John, Her death was all his fault. If he haden't come here, maybe she might not have ended up here. He felt horrible. This place was not tranquil. This place was far from tranquil. This place was a nightmare.
John sat there, worried about his family. Were they looking for him? Is the time on earth faster than here, and that they already moved on? These types of questions are the only things he thought of for a long time.
Then, on a hill, John saw a silhouette of a man, but it wasn't human. It was about John's height, but is was bald, and had rough green skin. Other than that, it looked human. It walked down to him, stopped, and said "welcome."