Xiumin loved poetry. A woman by the name of Mary Elizabeth Frye made one of his favorite works. He whispered to the boy he cradled in his arms,

Xiumin: Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. 

He almost let tears fall as he looked at the boy he held. Xiumin flashed a hand over the boy's paling skin, wishing for a miracle. 

Tao: *climbing up from the water* Oh...my...gosh...it's cold as f*** down there. 

Xiumin: Shhh. Chanyeol is sleeping.

Tao: *sits closer to them* Where are the rest? 

Xiumin: Baekhyun, Hoseok, and Sehun never floated into the valley. They could still be in the water...alive.

Tao: I don't mean to crush your spirits XiuXiu, but its been over an hour...anyone in that water is most likely-

Xiumin: Shut up. Please. I don't need to hear that. 

Tao looked down at Chanyeol who still hadn't woken up.

Tao: This valley is in a weird place.

Xiumin: Let's just be happy it exists. Because if it didn't, we'd all be dead.

Tao: I'm just glad that I remembered how to float.

Xiumin laid back on the grass and repeated the poem in his head as he closed his eyes, the exhaustion rushing in on him. Tao noticed this and smiled.

Tao: *stands* Hoseok...

Tao stated at a pile of dirt, water, and sand from far away they he connected with his vision of Hoseok. He ran toward it.

Tao: Hoseok!

He stopped when he reached him, noticing the color of his skin against the sand. He picked him up and carried him back to where Xiumin and Chanyeol lay.

Tao: Xiumin! I found Hoseok!

Xiumin: *sitting up* Really?! Let me see him!

Tao: *puts Hoseok in front of him*

Xiumin: His skin is just like Chanyeol's...

Tao: I'm sure they'll both be fine. At least they're still breathing.

Xiumin laid back once more and sighed, we're stuck here, he thought. He finally closed his eyes and drifted away.

Tao looked at the three and began to cry, not bothering to wipe his eyes.

Tao: Someone save us...please. I don't want to lose anyone! I'm begging...someone. I know no one can probably hear me but...please...please...we need someone.

He sat back and whispered to himself some all too familiar words as he placed a rose from the valley on each of them.

Tao: Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.....