Narrator: One boat later. . .
Lifeguard: Well, there's no sign of him on the surface.
Lifeguard: Is this about where he was, Miss?
Michelle: I think so. We were swimming out to the buoy and back.
Lifeguard: Let's get these lights angled down then. The water's always nice and clear here.
Lifeguard: Except when it's pink.
Der Trihs: Does it do that very often?