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One quiet afternoon in Cornwall...
Friend Ships Contact Centre (FSCC): "Hello, Friend Ships Cornwall, what's your emergency?"
Friend Ships Volunteer (FSV), Gary, aboard The Friendly Swan: "Sighting of a lady in distress off the coast of Bude."
FSCC: "OK, right. Let's establish is if anyone knows the victim so we can send Rescue straight away. Do we have a description so we can find her Facebook profile?"
FSV: "Female, white...difficult to establish her age because of all the splashing. Her hair's dark, really wet, maybe black. Her makeup needs touching up."
FSCC: "I'll need more, Gary."
"Well, I've heard there was a sighting in a local chippy - a lady in her 50s, about an hour ago or so. The owner said she wasn't happy with the chips. A caller has suggested a potential suicide attempt."
"Right, that's something. Did any of the staff recognise her?"
FSV: "My Uncle Roger used to date the fish-fryer from that chip shop back in 1984. So we could have a connection. Friends Reunited?"
"Gary, if she made it from her phone she's might be active on social media. We'll need her phone. Can you access her phone?"
"I'll try" *reaches down, boat tips, lady's hands grab at him wildly*..."be with you shortly, love, hang on in there, won't you...----- Negative to getting the phone, And I've heard that salt water will short circuit it."
"How about her password? Is she conscious? We could get a sync of her contacts, and we can go from there."
*Gary peers over the boat, trying to get the lady's attention*
"Excuse me, Miss - er, Mrs..." *desperate gurgling from the water* "Are you on Facebook? F A C E-book? *lady getting bluer in the face and struggle starts to lessen* ----- No, nothing. Er - subject uncooperative."
"Well, that's no way to behave. Perhaps we're fighting a losing battle and she doesn't have any friends? *tuts* Although I am getting a few profiles in Bude ... ah, but I'm gonna be here hours."
"Have you checked TripAdvisor? I bet she's the kind to leave a nasty review on that chip shop."
"Roger that. *taps furiously at the keyboard, mumbling incoherently*...doesn't look like she lef---oh, Gary, here we go, an hour ago someone posted a 2 star review."
"2 stars? What did she give the stars for?"
""Chips cold and undercooked. Don't waste your money. Man on till said he liked my hair, which made my day"."
"OK. A name...I need a name?"
"Er yeah - Buttercup Beamdancer."
"I'll Google that --------- I'm not getting anything up, Gary. Can you ask Buttercup her real name?"
"Butterc -- oh, erm...hello? *water completely still, dreadful silence*