Cotton mouth, burning skin, stuck eyelids; this is what Robin first felt when he came too. Peeling his eyelids open, he sat up in the coarse sand and looked around. Light seared into his eyelids and he squinted. His chest burnt and it felt like he had swallowed a bunch of salt water, which he might have. With his spotty memory Robin couldn't be sure exactly what had happened. They had been on a mission, that much he was certain. What it was and what had happened was a mystery to him. Blinking twice more, Robin glanced to his right.
"Kaldur!" Robin exclaimed, scrambling to the Atlanteans side.

The older boy did not stir. Heart beating wildly in his chest Robin felt the atlanteans forehead, which was burning up. A soft curse escaped his lips and he scrambled down to the ocean. The sun was baking them from up above, Robin certain he had a few burns by this point, which wasn't a good sign for Kaldur. Using his cape, which was waterproof, Robin gathered up some water before dumping it over Kaldur.

"Wake up Kaldur, we need to get out of here," Robin whispered, shaking the older boy, "Come on. The others…"

As he spoke Robin began to frown. Maybe it was the heat that was screwing with his mind, but he realized he wasn't exactly sure where the others were. Artemis, Roy, M'Gann, Conner, Wally… they had all been on this mission. At least, that sounded right. Roy, how had Roy joined them? The memory seemed just out of reach. Now wasn't the time to figure it out. Whatever happened, they needed to get away from here. It wasn't safe, who knew if the people that had caused this too happen were still around. Shelter, they needed to find shelter. Somewhere shady and cool, near enough to a freshwater source for both him and Kaldur, and food. They needed food.

Mind finally starting to work, Robin began to take in the area around him. A beach, sandy and coarse, clear blue water (which Robin could guess was salty judging by the salt clinging to his skin and clothes) brushing up against his clothed toes and the edge of his cape. There was a mountain, a volcano?, behind him. Green vegetation climbing up it, hopefully it was inactive. The vegetation crept close to the beach, stopping a few feet away from them. Sitting upwards he looked for the rest of the Team. No one was there, no sign of them either. It was clear Kaldur pulled him up onto the beach however, seeing as there were large indentations in the sand from where he had been pulled up the beach. That also explained why Kaldur was so close to him.

"It's just us huh Kaldur, let's get you out of the sun… Then I can try calling Batman and the others," Robin muttered.

The sand shifted beneath his feet, causing him to sink down into it. Every pull of Kaldur just made him sink deeper, the sand filling his shoes. Soft grunts escaped his lips even as he pulled Kaldur through the palm trees and the vegetation, feeling the loose branches slapping his face and arms. It didn't take him long to find a stream, finding a shelter near it was another story. The ocean still reached his ears, so he wasn't that far from where he had been washed up, but that did little to comfort him. Frowning slightly Robin doubled over, dropping Kaldur's arm and breathing heavily. Every muscle ached, his lungs seizing in his chest. Was Kaldur just heavy or was he just sore from whatever had happened?

Looking up Robin caught sight of a smallish cave in part of a smaller mountain. Glancing around he frowned slightly, seeing nothing else near him. At least it'll be somewhat like home, which only helped to make him feel even more out of his depth.

"Alright Kaldur, looks like this is our home for now," Robin whispered to the comatose man at his feet.

As expected, the Atlantean didn't stir. Somehow this disappointed him, even though he hadn't let himself get his hopes up, and Robin sighed softly again. Hooking his arms under Kaldur's armpits, Robin began to tug him to the cave. Occasionally he'd trip over a random vine or plant, a few times Kaldur got caught on something, but eventually Robin made it to the cave. Once inside he gently laid Kaldur on the ground, taking off of his cape and letting Kaldur use it as a pillow.

"Guys?" Robin tried through the radio communications, not feeling the mind link that Megan usually had. "KF? Artemis? Superboy? Miss M? Anyone there? It's Robin?"

He didn't even hear the static that he usually did. Pulling the communicator out of his ear, Robin growled softly before checking his other gadgets. The wrist computer was cracked and most likely waterlogged, seeing as there wasn't even a flicker of color when he tried to turn it on. Then he checked his locator, trying to turn it on only for it to break into pieces in his hands. Cursing softly Robin plopped down next to Kaldur's head. Right now he needed to remember what happened. The best way was too stimulate his memory by repeating things he knew. Start with his name, Richard John Grayson but he usually went by Dick, then his age, thirteen years old, where he was born, some random city the circus stopped at, where he was raised, mostly on the road but recently in Gotham. Now, repeat and add more as you went along.

"My name," Robin swallowed thickly, his throat dry, "is Dick Grayson. I'm thirteen years old and an acrobat. I became Robin when I turned eight and now fight alongside my friends and Batman. We-we were on a mission." Robin began to struggle with his memory, massive blank spots in his brain. "O-on a cruise ship I think? That sounds right. We were undercover on a cruise ship. Something went wrong and there was a fight. I don't…" Robin pressed his palms against his mask, as though forcing his eyes inside his head would help stimulate his memory. "I don't remember."

Digging his palms in even deeper, Robin kept his eyes shut. Then he let his hands fall back to his sides. They had shelter, freshwater, but they didn't have food. Glancing over at Kaldur one more time, the atlantean still comatose, Robin got to his feet. As long as he didn't stray too far it'd be fine. At least that's what he hoped. There weren't any other options though.

Once inside Robin looked around at the trees. Narrowing his eyes he only saw coconut trees. Normally that wouldn't be annoying, but Robin was kinda somewhat allergic to coconuts. And by kinda somewhat he meant that he doesn't actually remember what happened the last time he had some. All he knew was that he was allergic. And if by chance the reaction could kill him… it was probably best not to have any. The only issue with that was that he couldn't see any other food except coconuts.

"When was the last time I fished?" Robin mused out loud, feeling only slightly less lonely as he did so.

As expected no one answered him. Sighing softly he reached into his belt, only finding two bird-a-rangs, three usable smoke bombs, and one paperclip. There were no strings, no hooks of any kind (though he could probably make one out of the paperclip), and no knife to whittle a usable spear. Then again, he could probably use a bird-a-rang as a knife since those things were sharp. Now, to find a stick to make a spear.

*********STRANDED**********

Blinking slowly Artemis sat up, head pounding against her skull. Something crashed against her back and she turned quickly, getting a mouthful of salt water. Spitting it out she stood to her feet, a few loose wet strands of her blonde hair clinging to her face. Scrambling to stand, Artemis grabbed the bow that kept hitting her feet. It was hers after all, the green color making it fairly clear. Once she had her weapon back, feeling only five arrows in her quiver, she turned to look around. With only five arrows she needed to be stingy, only use them if necessary. Hopefully they were just regular arrows and not trick, especially since those wouldn't be able to help in this situation.

"Anyone on?" Artemis whispered, pressing the communicator in her ear, "Robin? Aqualad? M'Gann? Anyone?"

There wasn't even static in response. Cursing Artemis threw it into the sea, watching it plop in and sink below the surface. Spitting some excess salt from her mouth onto the sandy shore, Artemis squinted in the light. Looking to the left she only found cliffs and rocks, but to the right she saw a bright yellow suit. Already slightly dry, and crusty due to the salt, Artemis ran through the tightly packed sand towards Wally.

"Wally!" Artemis shook the speedster.

"Hmmm," Wally grunted, eyes fluttering beneath his goggles.

"Oh thank god, I can't find anyone else."

"Got it, need a speedster to run… where are we?"

"On some sort of island."

"Uh, you realize there's only cliffs on all sides of us?"

Wally's eyes focused on her and a frown marred his face. Following his sight Artemis saw a deep cut on her arm, mouth forming an O. Gently she prodded it, not feeling any pain from the wound. Some more blood seeped out and she frowned. It being numb was probably not the best thing, but she could still feel the effects of shock in her body.

"I don't have anything to wrap it with Baywatch," Artemis replied, "Let's get out of the water though." As she spoke another wave nearly knocked her over. "Come on. The water's rising."

"Where are we going to go?" Wally demanded, sitting up in the water (which was up to his stomach now), "If you haven't noticed we are in a cove, sheer cliffs on all sides of us, and no way out except through the ocean."

"Then we swim."

It wasn't her first choice, but the cove would fill with water soon and there was no way they'd be able to climb those cliffs. The only choice they did have was swimming. Artemis' arm was beginning to sting, the shock beginning to wear off. Wally was frowning at her, but there was no argument. They'd have to do it now, or else they might not be able to get out.

"Come on," Artemis said, getting to her feet, "Before the tide comes in."

"I think it's a bit late for that. We're gonna have to fight against the tide," Wally observed, "And how do we even know if there's any sort of beach nearby."

"Would you rather drown in this cove?!"

"Well no… but I can't exactly feel my legs right now."

At first it didn't register. Instead she blinked blankly at him, mouth open a tad in confusion. Then her brows drew together, had she hit her head?, as the words began to process in her mind. Eyes glanced down to the yellow beneath the clear water, showing that Wally did still have his legs, but he didn't feel them?

"What do you mean you don't feel your legs?!" Artemis demanded, talking slowly.

"Like, I know that they're there. I can touch them and all, but I can't move them," Wally explained.

"That's not good."

"Artemis!"

Another wave crashed against her, the salt water entering the wound in her arm. There were probably more injuries on her person, probably a few on Wally as well, but they couldn't really check right now. Besides, her mind was racing to find another solution. Climbing was out, the cliffs were sheer and had next to no footholds (and the ones it did have looked kinda sketchy), as was swimming (it was kinda hard to swim when you couldn't feel your legs), which left them with what exactly? Drowning? Artemis really didn't like that idea.

"Think Baywatch, we can't climb and apparently we can't swim. So what else is there?" Artemis demanded.

"What arrows do you have?" Wally questioned after a few seconds of silence.

Glancing at the ocean (her back wasn't too it, she was sideways before you ask) Artemis hooked her arms under Wally and dragged him up the beach some. Then she dropped him, back against one of the cliff walls, before pulling the arrows out of her quiver. Two were actual arrows (extra stingy then), one was the boxing glove (might be useful, there was an actual tip on there somewhere so she could just take off the glove after she used it the first time), another was an explosion (yay! Note the sarcasm), and the last was (thank god) rope arrow. The rope arrow might be useful, if it weren't for the fact it literally just entangles the person it hits.

"Two actual ones, boxing glove, explosive, and rope," Artemis listed aloud to Wally, sticking them back in her quiver.

"By rope I hope you mean like a grappling hook," Wally begged.

"Sadly no, more like it entangles whatever it hits."

"I wish we had Aqualad right now."

"Well we don't so we have to deal."

"Think you could make it a grappling hook? Hear me out. If you attach it to another arrow do you think you could get it to stick to like a tree or something and we could climb up it?"

The better question was if Wally could climb it. They didn't have much time to ponder though as the water was getting higher. Working as quickly as she possibly could, Artemis began to make the arrow Wally described. Once she released the rope arrow, ropes springing into her hand, Artemis tied the end to the other arrow. After testing the durability she notched the arrow and aimed. Above their heads she could see the outline of a tree, even as it got darker. Inhaling, Artemis released the arrow as she exhaled. The rope quivered through the air and Artemis held her breath, before hearing the thunk of the arrow hitting the tree.

"God I hope this holds," Artemis whispered to herself.

"You'll jinx it," Wally admonished.

Once again testing the strength, by holding herself up on the rope, Artemis tied the end around herself before tying Wally to her. Then she tested the rope again by holding them on it as well. Another wave crashed, wetting the bottom half of Artemis' costume and all of Wally. A curse fell from her lips.

"You need to be my arms Wally," Artemis told him, "Otherwise we're not gonna make it outta here."

"I'll do my best," Wally replied.

The two began to scale the side of the cliff, Wally pulling them up with his arms and Artemis pushing up with her legs. Silently Artemis hoped they'd make it to the top, as she wasn't sure if the momentum of them falling would keep the rope from snapping. Actually, she was fairly certain if they fell the rope would snap. The waves crashed beneath them, the spray reaching up to cover them. Spluttering she felt her feet slip and cried out in shock, only Wally's tight grip on the rocks keeping them from falling. It didn't take much for her to get her grip on the cliff wall again and she began to walk back up with Wally climbing as well.

"Shit," Artemis cussed, one foot slipping down.

"Language," Wally grunted, pulling them up again with his arms, which were starting to quiver.

"How close are we to the top?"

Wally was above her so every time she looked up all she saw was the mustard yellow of his costume. That meant that she couldn't see how much closer, or farther, the top of the cliff was. Below them was the cove, which had filled with water so they couldn't go back down. Even as she watched more water filled the cove beneath them.

"Not that far, a couple more feet," Wally replied, pulling them up some more with Artemis walking up the side.

"Fun," Artemis replied.

"Not fun. I don't have as much upper arm strength as you do."

"And I don't have the same leg strength. But we kinda have to deal, so work through the burn."

There was no response from Wally. Sighing softly, Artemis pushed up her quivering legs and kept walking forwards. Above her Wally folded over and began to crawl, having reached the top. Then he reached down and helped pull Artemis over the edge of the cliff. Back against the soft grass off the ground, Artemis stared at the leaves from the trees above them.
"Where are we?" Artemis demanded.

"I don't know," Wally repeated.

"How did we get here?"

"I don't remember."

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Survive."

**************STRANDED*************

There were multiple people around him when he stirred, Conner sitting up slowly as though not to scare them. Arguing reached his ears and he looked over to see Roy Harper, Red Arrow, surrounded by the people. The words were spoken in a different language, one he didn't know, while Roy kept shouting that he didn't know what they were saying loudly. A few people around him stepped back, only the children staying close. All of them had paint on their face and bodies, creating different designs. One girl, hair as dark as midnight and skin the color of coffee, had silver markings under her eyes and over her round cheeks. The only thing covering her body was the skin of some sort of animal, silver markings on her exposed arms and legs.

"La woe lae?" the girl asked, head tilted to the side. (Who are you?)

"What?" Conner replied, head swimming.

"La woe lae?"

"I'm Conner, Superboy." Conner assumed that they were asking who he was, that's the first thing he would ask if he found a random person he didn't know.

"Superboi?" the girl repeated.

"Yes, Superboy."

"O'aho a'uo Superboi!" (All hail Superboy)

"O'aho a'uo Superboi!" The people repeated.

"Conner! What's going on?!" Roy demanded, surrounded by people.

"I don't know!"

The little girl grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the center area. For a second he was worried that they were going to throw him in the fire, his shirt was torn up enough!, but the little girl pulled him a different way. Him and Roy, who was glaring at him as though it was his fault, stopped in front of a throne made of stone and wood. In the throne was a woman, it was hard to dispute that fact, wearing nothing except a robe made of a furry animal pelt that didn't cover much of anything. Her hair was as dark as the night, her eyes the same color, and her skin a dark chocolate. The markings on her face and body were gold, graceful swirls and waves that were also pressed into her hair. Said hair was long and ended at her waist.

"Mokyaheni, uo haauno moe e ko mokono e nu okyo," the little girl said as she dropped his hand, " Superboi o mi ko Roi." (Mother, the gods have sent us a gift. Superboy and Roy)

"Koekomoheni," Mokyoheni replied, "ko mio, e a'i mokono, Superboi mio hi okyo, o Roi a kono koywo." (Daughter, they are no gifts, Superboy is a god and Roy is his servant.)

"O okyo?" (A god?)

How Conner wished he could understand what they were saying. For once he refused to let himself get angry, as whispering had started up. Not the bad kind either, the kind that they were amazed and delighted about what was being said. Roy narrowed his eyes at him and Conner gave him a small shrug. He probably knew less than Roy.

"Mokau i halaloulilo e ka lokau heke ono, o mi ki Keuriloholoeno. I haamokoukuo Superboi na ko haakohokoho," Mokyoheni ordered. (We shall celebrate their arrival, with a grand feast. Prepare Superboy for the celebration)

"Loi, Mokyohai," Koekomoheni answered, grabbing Conner's hand. (Yes, Mother)

"What the hell is going on?" Roy hissed towards Conner, following him as Koekomoheni dragged them away.

"I don't know!" Conner replied agitated.

All he cared about was figuring out how he got here and where the others were. Robin could take care of himself and they were on an island so most likely Kaldur would be fine, Wally could run himself across the water and find his way back to actual civilization, Artemis would have some issues but with her arrows she'd be fine, and Megan could fly. It was really only him and Roy (though Roy would be fine if it wasn't for him and these Natives) that wouldn't be fine. Then again, it seemed like the people here weren't hostile so maybe they would be okay. At least until someone else could find them. So Conner didn't fight, letting Koekomoheni drag him towards the water springs in front of them, with Roy trailing behind.

"No huo'aolo mo," Koekomoheni ordered, pointing to the water. (Get in)

"What?" Conner and Roy chorused.

"No huo'aolo mo, Superboi."

"I think she's telling you to get in," Roy muttered to him.
"I don't speak whatever this is," Conner hissed.

"Just do it."

"But I'm wearing clothes."

"Conner."

Frowning, Conner put one foot in the water. Seeing as this please Koekomohneni, Conner put his other foot in as well. His shoes were missing, possibly due to whatever happened to bring him here. As the girl continued to push him under the water, a boy with light blue markings coming over to help (only wearing a loin cloth), Conner wondered exactly what was going on.

"Hi Ko oohy kopo," the male said. (He's wearing clothes)

"I na, oy pana a'i'a mi Mokuohai," Koekomohneni replied. (Take over, I must speak with Mother)

"I 'eki mi koy mokimoki, Nai'one." (As you wish, Nai'one (mist of heaven))

Was her name Nai'one and not Koekomohneni. If that was the case he wondered exactly what Koekomohneni meant. Could it be a term of endearment? Even Roy seemed confused, glancing over at him. Silently the archer mouthed Nai'one at him.

"Koywo, i hi'i moe kakyo," the male said. (Servant, come help)

"What?" Roy demanded, as the male was looking at him.

The male began to strip Conner of his clothes. It was extremely uncomfortable. Then again, it was probably worse for Roy as his wet clothes were getting placed in his arms. As this continued Roy got angrier and angrier, his face turning a bright red. Some soap like thing was poured over Conner's head when he was completely stripped down. There was some sort of cloth that the male used to wash him down.

"What's going on?" Roy demanded.

"Naha mo'ei," the male replied. (Silence)

"I don't know what you're saying!"

Nai'one suddenly appeared again, taking his clothes from Roy and put some animal skins in Roy's arms. Water getting poured over his head, Nai'one came over and placed her hands on his shoulders. Once he was rinsed off Nai'one and the male pulled him up and covered him with a makeshift towel, before taking the animal skins from Roy and dressing him in them. There was a quiet angry mutter from the male, giving Roy a dirty look, before he grabbed Roy and took him somewhere else.

"Hohoe eoly," Nai'one ordered. (Follow me)

Before Conner, who was not comfortable with his junk hanging loose thank you very much, could question what Nai'one was trying to say she began to walk away. Glancing around once for Roy, who had disappeared with the male that they didn't yet have a name for, Conner finally just allowed himself to follow Nai'one. The young native girl with midnight hair walked fast and Conner nearly had to jog to keep it. Once again he was brought in front of Mokyaheni. Nai'one knelt down once again, her head bowing. When Conner went to follow Mokyaheni quickly stopped him.

"Lola'i! Moe Moe ky'ay eo moe eoly, Superboi!" Mokyaheni exclaimed. (No! Do not bow to me Superboy!)

Unsure of what she was yelling about, Conner froze in his movements. Everyone was staring at him now and it was slightly unnerving. Thankfully Roy came in that very moment, wearing a loincloth and an animal pelt like a vest. He looked just as confused as Conner felt, which was only a slight comfort.

"Okay…" Conner slowly straightened up.

"Ai e kikohe okyo, oy i i ky'ay eo ai," Mokyaheni said, more calmly as she stood from her throne. (You are a god, I should be bowing to you)

Conner stared at Roy in confusion, who stared right back. There was a barely noticeable shrug from the archer, who was standing besides the male with the light blue marking. Gaze returning to Mokyaheni, Conner nearly fell backwards when he saw how close she was. Her hands, soft as silk, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him towards the throne. There he was forced to sit and a bowl, which in reality was a sea shell, filled with black paint appeared next to him.

"I ko haakohokoho halamoko!" Nai'one exclaimed. (Let the celebration begin!)

Chanting started up and the bonfire grew in height as wood was added. One of Mokyaheni's fingers dipped into the black paint before she parted the robe over Conner and began to paint with her fingers on his chest. The paint was cold and he restrained himself from hissing due to the shock. Her fingers traced patterns into his skin, creating swirls and lines. All of the other natives danced around the bonfire, following Nai'one. Mokyaheni dipped a finger in on her other hand and moved downwards while the other finger moved up. Every piece of exposed skin was given a pattern, occasionally moving the animal skins out of the way to continue her design. While this treatment was going on Conner couldn't help but wonder if Megan was alright.

**************STRANDED**********

M'Gann was not alright, nowhere near being alright. Sweat beaded her forehead and no one else was around. Since the moment she woke up, only moments before, she felt weak and was unable to connect her mind to anyone. They were all too far away from her. Any movement she made sapped her of her strength and with the knowledge of what happened she was unwilling to bring down her camouflage, even if there was no reason to keep it up. It was all her fault. The undercover mission had failed due to her nativity. Oh if she had only listened to Robin, they wouldn't have screwed up so bad that Robin had taken the fall for it. She didn't even know if he was alive! Had Kaldur saved him? What about Artemis, the blade that cut her had knocked her overboard. Wally had rushed down after the archer, but the connection had been lost moments later. Superboy had tried to save her, Roy shouting for him not too. Both had been swept away by the hurricane the meta had started.

"Oh I hope they're alright," Megan thought, gasping softly as the heat of the volcano she was being kept in seemed to spike.

"Can't reach your friends, girlie?" Sportmaster asked, "Think they're dead?"

"They're not dead!" Megan couldn't help but exclaim, "They'll come for me!"

She added the 'I hope' in her head. There was no way she could know if they were alive. Even if Kaldur had saved Robin from drowning, who knew if they even made it back to the Mountain. Robin had been in a bad shape, probably the worst of them all. Though she couldn't help but remember how desperate Kaldur was, jumping into the stormy sea after the young ninja had been thrown overboard after getting knocked unconscious. Were they even together?

"You can't feel them can you? Even if they got washed ashore here, the Natives will kill them. We have a deal with King Halamoenaene, to kill anyone without our seal," Sportmaster continued, ignoring the growing horror Megan began to feel, "He even has a mutant by the name of Kypyo that can kill them with a thought."

"No! Leave them alone!" Megan struggled to get to her feet. She had to help, she had to warn them.

"Don't you see where you are girlie? You're in the middle of an active volcano, the heat is stronger than any fire back home. If you waste your strength you'll be dead before morning."

"I'll kill you." The hatred Megan felt burnt brighter than a thousand flames. "I'll break your mind."

"Like to see you try. Say hello to my baby girl for me will you? If she's not dead that is."

Sportmaster walked past Megan, his pant leg practically brushing against her arm. There was nothing she could do to stop him, as she was weakening more and more by the minute. The images of what had happened to bring her here played over and over in her mind. If only she had been stronger. If only she hadn't been captured for trusting Kypyo, before she knew who Kypyo was. If only she had been able to warn them. The if only's rushed around in her head, tearing a sob from her lips. It was all her fault, all her fault. Robin could be dead now, possibly even Kaldur in the Atlantean's attempt to save their youngest member's life. Artemis and Wally might be dead, Superboy and Roy as well. They could all be dead. She might be the last of them all. And, if she was, it would be her fault.

The thought crippled her even more and a sob escaped her throat. She was weak enough already but this only made her feel even weaker. Covering her eyes Megan refused to even think about what had happened. If she was the last, she had to fight. Somehow she had to get out of this cage and out of the volcano. With the heat her powers were amazingly weak, the camouflage coming down for her to preserve her strength. There had to be a way out. Then she could look for her team, even if it was just their bodies. Another sob escaped her and she looked upwards. There were boots, black, on the feet of the person in front of her. Eyes rising she saw a red cape on the person, the hood covering their face.

"Kypyo," Megan spat.

"I don't know why they gave me the name Wizard," the person in front said, "I prefer the name Little Red. Or Eke Y'oy'o."

"Who are you?! Why are you doing this to us?!"

"I just came to say that your friends are alive." The hood came down and a girl, not the man that Sportsmaster seemed to think she was, with dirty blonde hair that had a streak of white in it and hazel eyes stared at her. "I have no plans on killing them unless they require me to do it. As far as I can tell they'll end up dying within a few days."

"Help me!"

Eke Y'oy'o, Little Red, pursed her blood red lips and cocked her head to the side. A small smirk began to cross the female's face and she got to her feet, returning the hood of her head, before raising a finger to her lips in a silent shushing manner. The smirk grew and she walked out of the volcano, leaving Megan behind. A scream of anguish escaped the martian's lips as the only hope she had, even if it wasn't a strong hope, walked away from her without a care in the world. The only thing that kept her going was the knowledge that her friends weren't dead…. yet.