Exclusion

The water churned— He-El fell into the Indian Ocean. His body began paddling through it again, and he once more saw the familiar sky, sun, and positions of the constellations. It was still that familiar location. There was no helping it. Time had looped. He just did not know whether it had noticed him. "Are you there?" He-El asked the sky in a rather formulaic tone. Great, no answer. He turned and continued swimming toward the speedboat where the pirates from Somalia were. An hour later.