((Well...I guess that answers m'question.))
Ray groaned, as his senses returned. He was laying on the soft white sand of the island's beachhead. Ray shook his head and took a brief look around, before groaning again and rolling onto his back. "Ugh...Giovanni's gonna skin me for this." The raccoon was wearing a white suit jacket, white suit pants, and a very rich crimson shirt. His shoes were gone, lost when he drifted ashore. Ray spotted someone laying face-down in the water, and stood up. "H-Hey! Y-You alive?" He stumbled his way into the water, and pulled the unconscious figure ashore. "You dead, friendo?"