Arianna was on a beach in Fiji, sucking down mojitos and laughing in the sun. She was having the time of her life when suddenly dark clouds gathered around the sky and cast dark shadows over them.
Soon that dark cloud materialized into a hurricane that pursued her and everyone at the beach. Arianna took off, running hard amid the shuffling crowd.
At a point, she watched a man fall to the ground with the others stampeding him to death and that made bile rose to her throat. No, she can't die like this.
However, as much as Arianna ran, it was not enough and soon enough the hurricane swallowed her up. Arianna found herself swirling and swirling in the spiral mess until suddenly, she found herself in a church.
Arianna abruptly found herself in a church and a wedding gown. What the fuck? But that was the least of her problems because looking to her right was Big Joe standing on a little podium to match her height while a priest stood in front of them.
