Matthew walks onto the sand, his nose wrinkling a bit as the sea air entered his nose. It wasn't annoying, no, just hard to get used to. He carries a half-full tray of food, his mind wandering a bit. He continues to ask himself if what had happened not too long ago was real. Had it truly happened? After a bit, he decided that he was not insane, and it had indeed happened. "Of course it did," He voices to himself, and nods as if agreeing. "Why wouldn't it?" Impending doom came crashing as Matthew's foot caught in a stray root from a near tree, and he wobbled around, trying to regain his balance. The effort was unsuccessful though, and he face-planted into the sand, his tray flipping and landing on the ground as well.