"Luis! LUIS! LUIS!!" Sheridan screamed in fear, as she stood shell-shocked. There was a bomb on their boat!

The bomb was going to explode soon, and Sheridan knew that she had to move, run, do something to avoid the blast that she knew was coming. But her feet seemed to be glued to the floor. All that she could do was scream in horror and hope that Luis could save her, yet again.

9… 8… 7… 6… 5…

Luis was climbing back up onto the boat after untangling the anchor when he heard Sheridan's desperate cry for help.

"Sheridan?" He called in response to her frantic cry.

He heard her yell again. He could sense the fear in her voice, and his intuition was telling him that she was in danger.

"SHERIDAN!!" he shouted, as he sprinted towards the galley.

Please, God, Luis prayed. Sheridan and I have just found our happy ending—don't take it away from us. Please!

4… 3… 2… 1…

But Luis was too late. The bomb exploded before he had even reached the stairs.

Wreckage from the boat was strewn all over the Caribbean Sea. And Luis and Sheridan's chance at love and happiness was torn from their grasp.