Chuck's yelling at him, Raleigh thinks, as he looses his balance swaying and falling onto his back in the waves. They lap at his face and his skin, dispelling some of the odd sores and he slowly comes back to himself just in time to hear Chuck call his hands filthy.

Raleigh still feels nauseous and can't see straight, but he holds up his hand and looks at them. The sores are gone, they don't really hurt, just ache a little. He knows Chuck's not talking about that though, he's talking about what Raleigh's done in the Capital. He knows. He must know...

Chuck's asked him a question, Raleigh thinks, but he doesn't know what it was, or what he's supposed to answer.