I choked on the rain water as I woke. I was soaked to the bone. I slowly sat up, feeling the back of my head, and checking for blood. My hand was clean, but I realized that I had been on the deck during the storm for some time. It was possible that any traces of blood, had washed away.

I stood up cautiously, and managed to stumble to a rail to hold onto. The storm hadn't let up any, in fact, it seemed to be getting worse. I took small steps towards the door to the cabin. Once I reached it, I was able open in.

Once I was inside, I stood eye to eye with Ryan. "What happened to you?" he asked with concern in his voice. I couldn't tell if it was sincere or not.

"Where's Peter?" I suddenly grew concerned for him.

Peter's voice rang from across the room," I'm here..." When he walked around the corner, where I could see him, his face grew pale," My God...what happened to you? Are you all right?"

He reached for me, and I shook him off," Why aren't you guys taking inventory?"

Peter lowered his arm," We've already done so..."

"Where have you been for the past two hours?" Ryan spat out. I blinked at him.

I mumbled," Two hours?"

Peter nodded," We were ready to come look for you. What happened?"

I sighed, then shook my head," I don't know. I just need to rest for a moment." I walked slowly to a chair, and sat down. I asked once situated," What did you find?"

Peter explained," We would have enough to survive on board for about two or three days." He passed a piece of paper to me.

This is one of the reasons that I love Peter. He doesn't do anything half assed. He had the entire ship inventoried and labeled carefully on this piece of paper. Things that mattered to our needs, to things that we might be able to use. I handed it back to him, smiled warmly," Good work."

Ryan asked," Where's Jerry? Has he contacted the coast guard yet?"

I licked my cracked lips," Where is everyone else?"

Peter stated," Well, I know that Troy is off sulking somewhere. I haven't heard from Jerry in a while."

I grabbed the radio from Peter's belt. I turned it up and pushed the receiver," Jerry, please come in."

Static. Silence.

"Jerry, what's the status?" I tried again.

The radio crackled. Silence.

I changed the frequency and tried again," Jerry. Troy...someone answer me, please."

Sighing, I handed the radio back to Peter. I stood up, and he held onto my elbow to help stabilize me. I nodded my thanks, and began to walk away.

"Wait. Where are you going?" Ryan questioned.

I turned and replied calmly," I'm going to see where they are. I want you to stay here. I'll be back soon." And with that, I turned and headed into the great unknown of the lower levels of the ship. What was beyond the main cabin, no one would have been able to prepare me for. I wasn't even expecting it.