Mike Corey (Host)

They're caught on the face of yet another wave.

The wave breaks, slamming Bob and Morley underwater.

Bob resurfaces, and suddenly, he's not in the ocean anymore.

He's behind the wheel of his old car.

He's on a winding highway, green hills rolling by.

His wife is in the passenger seat, laughing.

The wind is in her hair.

It has to be a dream, but it seems so real.

He can feel the sun on his face.

He's just about to turn to his wife and ask if he's dreaming when the scene changes.

Now it's night, and the hills are covered with a million twinkling fireflies, and there's a car coming towards them with its high beams on.

He's blinded.

He tries to hit the brakes, but nothing happens.

The high beams get brighter and brighter as the other car barrels towards him.

Another wave hits him, and he snaps out of it.

He realizes he was hallucinating.

The green hills were waves.

The fireflies were ocean spray, lit up by the glow of flares left behind by the Coast Guard.

The oncoming headlights were the flashing strobe of the EPIRB.

Bob realizes that he's in worse shape than he thought.