For a moment, as Eleanor swims a little closer to full consciousness, she sees everything. Her broken body, pulled from the ocean. The tedium of her rescue. The rowboat struggling against the tide. A car, flagged down on the beach road, and the emergency vehicles that arrive soon after. The shell of her body lifted painfully onto a board and strapped down. Searing, explosive pain with every microscopic bit of movement.
But while her body is safely ensconced in the back of a wailing ambulance that tears down Shore Road, her mind is somewhere past Saturn, growing farther with every second.