Because of too much heat caused by the blazing ball of fire set high above the vastness of the sky, Binsent Anchorman and Well’s clothes dried up in not less than ten minutes.

“So, shall we now go?” Well asked as soon as he wiped away the remaining droplets of seawater from his forehead. There were still particles of sand stuck on the back portion of his partly soaked pants, but he did not mind having them so he just proceeded on standing up and pretended that there were not there in the first place.

“I believe now is the right time to do so,” Binsent Anchorman replied as he went up on his feet and brushed off the clouds of dust from the back of his jeans. “I hope it would not be so bad if you arrive at the hospital late.” He moved forward, leaving Well a few steps behind. The laces of his shoes were untangled, but he did not have the luxury of time to tie them up. Instead, he just went on walking as if nothing had happened.

“I bet so. But the only problem we have to face right no