An unmistakable groan of regret followed Ray's cry but even he didn't know exactly what he was regretting. All he knew was that it involved Fraser, a raft and a sea turtle with a penchant for Canadian hats.

"Good morning? Good morning?" Ray echoed, astounded, frantic gaze travelling a three-sixty around them. He still clung to Fraser like he was the last strand of his own sanity. "Which part has been good so far?!"