Hello all! Sorry for the delay uploading this chapter, the final instalment for my break. Just so you know, I'm back at uni now so my update schedule is back to random as I've got to concentrate on my FYP (pulls faces). Also, I FINISHED THE GAME!!! (plays music and pulls party poppers) Poor old Seymour never knew what hit him and as for Yu Yevon (shows butt to screen) Ha ha take that you parasite!

BW: Who's a parasite? (meaningful glare)

FB: BW I love you and everything you stand for? (big eyes)

BW: Don't give me that crap! (pulls out bazooka weapon and aims via new infra red aim)

FB: AAAAAAAAAAAH (ducks behind desk) Help help she's a maniac today!

BW: bwahahahahahahahahaha

Disclaimer: I do not own things for I am a Buddhist and I believe that if I want something, I must give something up. (wants a sammich so gives up homework)

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Alex's Battle Notes: Whatever horrible things you survive, it can only make you stronger.

Shock Treatment

I didn't dream, I just remembered. I remembered what it was like to go to school, to do the same things day in and day out without a care in the world. I remembered being able to go home and argue with my brother, to play those stupid games that I liked so much...

"You're really crap at this you know?" Kane would say, taking the controller off of me and killing the boss in about three moves then throwing it back into my lap as though he didn't care.

He always did think he was God's gift to gaming, maybe they should have asked him to do the Ao Guardian thing, then they'd have someone worthwhile on their hands.

My eyes fell open.

The first thing I found myself able to comprehend was that I was laying beneath a grey sky. I let that churn through my system for a while, carefully not moving so I wouldn't have to understand more than one thing at once. I was dimly aware in the back of my mind that something horrible had happened to me but as far as I was concerned, the longer I didn't know about it the better.

The next thing I managed to understand was that I was laying face up on the sand. I knew because I could feel the patterns of the rough sand dunes on my back and I could hear the gentle lapping of the sea mixed in with something else...sobbing? Yelling? No, I don't need to know.

I was hurt. Not very badly it would seem because I could only feel a dull ache edging its way into my thoughts coming from my right arm. Maybe I should try moving it but then again maybe not.

I lay staring at the sky again for a while.

As I lay, I started to remember what had happened. The operation, the Gui and all those people dying though I had the knowledge to stop it all from happening. I realised that if I was on the beach, that meant if I sat up I would have to see them all, laying there never to move again. I couldn't cope with the idea and somehow found myself convinced that if I stayed as still as possible it would all go away.

Why hadn't I stopped them? Why had I been able to watch that massacre? Why was it only playing over and over in my mind now? The sheer scale of what had happened rendered me immobile.

How long did I lay there in the sand wondering if I had lived or died? Did months of time pass without a single thought in my head? I know that once or twice I saw people above me running through the chaos trying to find someone or otherwise heading somewhere because of orders or something. I really don't know how long it took but eventually, and I know this is going to sound weird, but I could feel myself coming back to me.

Go on, laugh if you want to.

When that happened, I blinked, turned my head and realised that the pain in my arm really wasn't just a dull ache after all. My gaze followed a trail of debris from my arm to one of the Crusaders who was laying propped up against one of the destroyed canons, dead, eyes wide open with a permanent scream on his face.

An explosion of feelings in my stomach, in my chest and huge tears that I could hear splashing down on the sand next to my face. Slowly, I turned my head back away to look at the sky, letting the tears flow and pool in my ears. I was alive and these people were dead. They had to die so the universe could continue...what sort of sick universe was this?

"Alex?"

I didn't want to look over at Tidus, I didn't want him to help me up. Hearing his voice made me think about the others. I wondered if they had been alright fighting with Seymour against the Gui again and...

I turned towards Tidus who was looking at me with an expression of concern so dramatic it was nearly comical.

"Where's Hunter?" I asked.

He gave me a long look then sighed and shook his head. I had to find him. I struggled to get up and heard myself whimper when the pain of my arm shot through the entire right side of my body.

"Stay still, you'll make it worse." Tidus told me, pushing me back down and reaching into his pocket.

"No, I have to find Hunter!" I told him, wriggling to get up again. It didn't matter that I was surrounded by so much death, or that I'd been witness to a massacre. That bastard had saved my life, just like he promised, and possibly at the cost of his own. I had to find him, to thank him and make sure he was alright.

"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." Tidus complained, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple of those little pills, mega potion.

"It won't fix the bone but it'll numb the pain for a while." He told me and handed them over. I stared at him then, scanned his body to see if he had any broken bones or anything. He didn't, just a few grazes, one nasty cut along his face.

"Thanks."

I sat up slowly and slipped the pills into my mouth. When I swallowed, I choked, I've never been good at taking solid medicine without water. For a few seconds I felt dizzy from pain and panic but the pills soon started working, wrapping me in a green glow so bright I thought the whole world had become green. When the medicine had finished working I could no longer feel my arm, though I couldn't really use it and my thoughts were calmer, more ordered.

I stood up slowly, felt the wobble in my legs and ignored it. Tidus smiled a sad little smile at me.

"I'm glad you made it." he said.

He did seem relieved, I wondered if he'd found Yuna yet.

"Yeah, you too." I told him. I couldn't bring myself to say any more. Here amongst all this sadness wasn't really the time for big sentiments. I tried to smile at him and failed, turning instead to start trekking across the sand to find Hunter.

As I walked, I clutched my arm to my chest in case the searing pain tried to make a brutal come back at any point. The beach was in far worse shape than I could ever have imagined with bits of shattered cliff side cratering the sand and machinery still on fire. The stench of the burning dead was overwhelming and a couple of times I had to kneel on the sand holding my mouth with my good hand and try to breathe the fresh air that was left rolling off of the sea.

I had to check all the dead.

I had to.

They all looked so different...when they were dead. I suppose it's because every remaining muscle was so lax...so...empty...devoid of anything to tense them, even as they slept. Sometimes I saw horrific things, bodies that didn't even look human anymore...

When I saw them I just...

It took me over an hour to find Hunter. By the time I found him I had passed out so many times that I was nothing but a shaking heap of sweat and sick. He was kneeling next to a man whose limbs were splayed about him like one of those puppets, the ones where you pull the strings and they pop back upright again. He, Hunter I mean, didn't look harmed at all. Or bothered.

"I can only give you something for the pain." He said to the unfortunate man, pulling out a high potion.

"Please." The main sobbed weakly at him. "Please, I must...get to the D'jose Temple, they can fix me there. Please."

I waited until Hunter had given him the potion, waited until the man had fallen into a fitful sleep, lulled by the numbness, before I walked over.

"Hunter."

His eyes flicked over to me, lingered on my broken arm...since I'd hit the ground so many times more already, it had pretty much dislocated itself and was hanging at a funny angle. I was glad I couldn't feel it.

"I'm sorry about your arm." he said. "I promised nothing would happen to you..."

"You saved my life." I said, crouching down next to him.

We sat in silence for a while, watching the steady rise and fall of the man's chest as he slept on. Even though his limbs were broken, it was refreshing to see someone who was still alive.

"I'm sorry I didn't stay with you either...I...came to see what I could do." Hunter told me.

So, he does have a heart. Perhaps he was dreading this stage of the journey as much as I had been. I sighed and something in me felt a little better.

"You know what? I feel like shit." I said.

He stared at me for a minute and then started chuckling. Yeah, that's right, Hunter the emotionless wonder, his face actually creased up as he laughed.

Had the whole thing driven him insane?

"You're always the same aren't you?"

I frowned at him. What did that mean? I went to ask him but he just stood up and ruffled my already matted hair.

"Let's go and find the others."

We slunk over the sand, watching the idle pyreflies. I tried not to look at the worst cases of the dead as we moved back. Mostly it was out of fear and nausea but somewhere I knew, now that I'd found Hunter alive and well, that it was respect as well. I doubted anyone wanted to be seen that way and it's a big thing with me, respect for the dead.

"Will anyone put coins in their eyes?" I asked Hunter as we walked away.

He glanced at me across the sand.

"Why?"

"For Charon...if they don't have money for the ferryman then they'll be doomed to wander as a lost soul forever."

I'd learnt about it in Latin. It was an old belief...strange that I would think something like that but I genuinely worried about it.

Hunter laid a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, they have Yuna." He said.

Suddenly her job seemed more important than ever.

The sand stretched on. The dead continued to stink and somehow I managed to make it to the furthest end of the beach without passing out again. Now that I'd found Hunter, I seemed to be able to deal with the situation a little better.

When we got there, the others were waiting for us, regrouped and watching as Yuna performed her death dance. We joined them and no words were exchanged. No one could bring themselves to say anything while Yuna was dancing that dance. She went on like that for hours, always the same ritual, the same flowing movements and all the while, I kept thinking about how she was Charon, ferrying the people across the water for free.

We started moving again sometime mid afternoon. By then, the smell of death had begun to linger on my clothes. As we set off along the D'jose high road, we weren't alone. The survivors of the attack were all heading that way, like a group of refugees with an air of hopelessness hanging over them.

It didn't take me long to start lagging behind, the effects of the potion were wearing off and my arm was aching in that threatening sort of way that told me if I didn't get some real help soon, I'd be nothing but a pool of agony.

"There's not much we can do for your arm." Auron told me, glancing at the odd angle through his shades. "Not until we get to the temple anyway."

I grunted in response. If I spoke to thank him for his concern, I was afraid I'd end up sobbing.

"Hurry up you two!" Yuna called, smiling the brightest smile she could. I had to admire her. Even through all of this she was actually able to smile. A bit like Hunter. I wasn't that strong, not by a long shot. Maybe I'd never laugh again.

Tidus stayed behind to walk with me as we crossed underneath the walkway that made up the D'jose Highroad. As we walked, the sea lapped at the coast and made a pleasant soothing sound. The air was crisper as we moved away from the dead and the whole thing started to fade in my mind. I was suppressing it, and while it wasn't exactly conscious, I could feel it happening. Strange to feel the mechanisms of your own mind working.

"She's awfully cheerful." Tidus said to no one in particular as he watched Yuna's smile.

Kimahri stopped ahead of us. I knew what was coming but the sound of his voice was still a surprise. So low and serious.

"In dark times...she must be. She must shine bright."

Tidus' jaw practically hit the floor. I don't think he'd ever considered that Kimahri might talk if he ever felt like it. He turned to me over the pathway and was doubly surprised to see that I wasn't. I just looked at him wearily and waved him off.

"Now are dark times," Kimahri went on, "Yuna tries hard."

Tidus shook his head and tried to make out like he hadn't been surprised at all, folding his arms over his head and looking way too relaxed.

"We should help her then."

"If we worry, she tries harder." Kimahri said, glancing at Yuna through those cat-like eyes of his as she ran forward to talk to one of the Crusaders. "Do not frown."

He turned and made to leave. I checked my expression to make sure I wasn't frowning and found my brows furrowed as far as they could go. Good job I'm not old or I'd have wrinkles.

"Hey, was he talking to me?" I asked Tidus, poking the frown with my forefinger.

Tidus shrugged.

"Don't worry, be happy?" Tidus called sceptically after Kimahri. The huge feline turned and walked back towards us. Now that he'd spoken, it seemed to me it had been a waste hiding his voice. It was good, deep and soothing.

"Kimahri try too."

"Smile, let me see." Tidus said, peering into Kimahri's face. Kimahri looked like he was trying to concentrate and his mouth slowly turned upwards, sharp teeth bared. It looked more like he was about to hiss at you than smile. Tidus shook his head and muttered:

"Sad."

Kimahri turned around, the expression fixed on his face so he looked like a really scary version of the Cheshire cat. I sighed, I probably would have laughed if the circumstances had been different. As he walked on, Kimahri tossed something over his shoulder and I barely caught it, thrown off guard.

"For your arm until we reach temple." Kimahri's voice floated back to me.

I stared after him for a moment, then took a quick breath and gulped it down letting that sweet mint after taste linger on my tongue.

We kept going. It took me a while to realise it but as I made an effort to catch up with the others, Lulu was speeding up. I frowned and tried to jog to catch her up, a bad move that left me gasping for air on the side of the road.

"What's up?" Tidus asked, heaving me to my feet so we wouldn't get left behind.

"It's Lulu." I said between breaths. "I think she's avoiding me."

"What? Don't be ridiculous." Tidus said, waving his hand.

"No, look, I'll show you." I said and jogged forward a little so he could watch her speed up.

His eyebrows raised in mild surprise. As I slowed up to walk with him again, he looked thoughtful but ended up shrugging.

"I dunno what you did to piss her off, but never mind eh? I'm sure it wasn't that big of a deal, she's probably just cranky."

Well she doesn't have to take it out on me. We've all had a tough time here y'know?

Up ahead, Yuna was getting advice about fiends that could turn us to stone with just a gaze. It would probably be quite nice to be turned into stone. Then all I'd have to worry about is erosion from the sea.

The path seemed longer than it really was as we walked, the sun fell out of the sky and sat beneath the turmoiled clouds turning everything fiery orange. We did come across one of those stone fiends. It was a huge lizard curled around the base of one of the support pillars holding up the cliff and as the refugees approached it, it lunged out and turned two people to stone with just a quick glance. Of course we had to stop it, and of course I was pushed back by both Kimahri and Tidus. I can't say I wasn't grateful, I didn't want to fight anymore, I just wanted someone to fix my arm so I could find a corner to sleep in for eternity.

It took them a while to defeat the thing, it turned both Kimahri and Auron to stone. Thank the gods for Yuna who had found some time to learn Esuna and managed to make them human again...except in Kimahri's case because he's Ronso...I could feel the Copycat ability in my brain working, breaking down all the movements of Esuna so that I could understand and, if I needed to, repeat it.

Mentally, I told myself to shut the hell up. I don't need the extra strain of trying to learn new things at the moment, even if it is only a temporary thing.

When we reached the bridge to the temple, the sun was just setting, disappearing behind the mountain peaks so the air turned a little chillier. I shivered beneath my blouse.

"Hey, how much longer till Zanarkand?" Tidus asked, running up to take a look ahead. He sounded unbothered but I knew, especially after all that had happened, he was feeling home sick.

"Still a ways." Wakka told him matter-of-factly.

"First down the Moonflow to the Guado city of Guadosalem. Then across the thunder plains to the temple at Macalania." Lulu explained, throwing names around as if this was going to make us feel better.

"Oh boy." Tidus sighed, shoulders slumping.

It was just as Kimahri said. As soon as Tidus showed the tiniest bit of negativity, Yuna tried doubly hard to make him smile.

"But first, we get to pray at the temple in D'jose!"

Smiles all round.

For me it meant bed, oblivion, and maybe a midnight snack when I woke up sweating and shaking...which I was trying valiantly to prepare myself for. You don't go through something highly traumatic without getting a few nightmares from it.

"We can't just skip all that...can we, huh?" Tidus muttered, looking weary.

"I have to pray to the fayth in every temple to earn the Final Aeon." Yuna explained. I looked down at the geta on my feet and found myself pondering how long I could go without a new coat of varnish.

"That's a summoner's training. She's gotta prepare her mind and body, all to get ready for the final summoning."

I guess it takes a lot of preparation. She hadn't cried for the people that died yet, she'd just danced her dance and done her duty. Maybe she'd been trained to suspend her emotions. I certainly hadn't.

"Must be tough Yuna." Tidus said sympathetically. Perhaps he was a little in awe of her by this point, after all, he was just a boy accustomed to luxury...like me. Except in his case, he'd probably been taught to fight at school a little bit. The way he picked it up when Auron gave him the sword at the beginning just wasn't natural.

"I'll be fine...with you here." Yuna told him quietly as the others moved on, blushing from ear to ear.

Tidus blushed too and ogled. Clearly he wasn't aware of just how important he was to Yuna, even now and though she'd only known him a little while. His spirits seemed much improved after this.

The others started walking again. I lingered against the split in the road feeling the aches reverberate through my body. After ten more seconds (I had to count it down or I'd never get up), I heaved myself onto my sore feet and made to walk again, arm throbbing. As I started to beat along the path the others had followed, I could just hear Auron saying:

"Hey, new guy." to Tidus.

I didn't stay to listen to the conversation between them. For one thing I was pretty sure that Auron meant for it to be a private conversation and for another, it made me envious. I yearned for someone from my home, someone to talk to about this whole mess. The people around me just didn't seem more than two dimensional...if you know what I mean...except for Hunter, who was solid as a rock and just as good to talk to.

As we trudged over the stone bridge, the impact of Sin's attack on the gun above the temple caused a mini avalanche and the whole thing shook. We wobbled about for a bit and I watched my feet intently for any sign of cracks in the stone. Hunter just meandered across it as though earthquakes were just a part of his everyday life, which they could be for all I know. Maybe he lived in Los Angeles before he came here.

When it stopped, we waited a little while to make sure it had stopped before we moved on again at Auron's signal. Along the way we met Lucil and her Chocobo Knights. They seemed a little bit tired, ruffled, in need of some tlc but otherwise unscathed. Only one Chocobo had survived. The thought of those big brainless birds sprawled out on the beach amongst the other dead made me want to cry all over again which I didn't. I was far too tired of feeling that way.

"We turned our backs on the teaching and cast away our faith...this is our reward." Lucil said bitterly.

"What kind of Chocobo Knights are we if we don't have any Chocobos." Elma muttered, petting the distressed Chocobo on the beak. I liked Elma, she seemed to have a real Chocobo whisperer thing going on.

We wandered on, finally stopping in front of a large rock with what looked like an antennae at the top, sucking in radio waves and transforming it into pure electricity. My feet ached, my arm ached, I just wanted to go inside but as we approached, the whole thing started shaking again and before I could register that it wasn't a bigger avalanche, the rock itself had split apart, exploding outwards to orbit the temple, held up by the constant stream of energy surrounding it. The building itself under the rock casing was intricately carved.

"Awesome." Tidus exclaimed, taking a step back again so he could see more.

"The Lightening Mushroom Rock. It only opens when a summoner is addressing the fayth." Lulu explained to him, smiling at his expression.

I stared. It really was an amazing sight, those rocks moving about the building as though they had a will of their own.

"That means another summoner's already in there." Wakka, teller of the obvious, kindly pointed out for us, flabbergasted. I suppose it was quite weird for two summoners to be in the near vicinity after what had happened.

"Another summoner?" Yuna asked, a little sombrely. Sore loser maybe?

Oh you know I don't mean any of it, I'm just cranky.

"What if it's Dona?" Tidus asked in a disgusted voice. Well, I gotta give him credit for not paying attention to her semi-nakedness. I gave Hunter a suspicious look, what did he think of her semi-nakedness? Was he a boobs man? A leg man? What did he look for in a woman?

Just my luck he had to turn around then, dark eyes running from my loose arm to my expression.

"What?" he asked in a low voice that made me jump.

"I was just wondering what you thought of Dona." I said, watching his face very carefully for any sign of reaction.

He didn't say anything for a minute and then:

"Is too relaxed about her duties."

That's it? No thoughts about her breasts or the fact that she leaves nothing to the imagination? Maybe he just wasn't telling me. After all, he's been so open about everything else.

"Oh I've had enough of this." I said gloomily and started making my way up to the temple, avoiding the floating rocks that soared past. Just as I was about to reach my hand up and push the door to, I spotted Gatta sitting by the side of the great thing, limbs sprawled out, looking pale.

Strings of guilt pulling at my heart.

Surprisingly, Hunter moved first.

"Are you alright?"

Gatta shook, looked up at Hunter with large dilated eyes.

"M, no, no I'm not alright!"

Yuna knelt down in front of him and took his hand, I was too frozen with guilt, horror, all of the above. Why wasn't I still like this? Because no one I'd known had died? Was it a deep denial that would suddenly overtake me later when I wasn't aware?

"I...f-found Luzzu...he was...cut in half...half of his body was..."

Yuna's face went green, and so did Hunter's, a little. I looked over, tried to find someone who wasn't freaking out hearing that and found Auron lurking in the shadows, shades downcast and eyes closed. So even he was trying to block that mental image. As for me, a picture of those poor people, disembodied, floated around in the front of my mind. I sat in the dirt like Gatta and tried to make myself think of something else, anything else.

"I can't do this anymore, I'm going back to Besaid."

Yuna stood up and the rest of her Guardians took it as a sign that there was nothing else we could do for him right then. Tidus gently grabbed my shoulder and hauled me up as we moved into the temple. I watched Gatta for as long as I could before I was swallowed by the darkness inside.

It wasn't dark for long. Once we'd crossed the threshold of the doorway, the temple became illuminated by lightning rods scattered about the painted glyph on the floor with patterns of bright blue lightning raging above our heads. I crawled over to one of the tiers where the choir was singing the hymn and put my head between my legs. I could feel Lulu's eyes on me, dark and disturbing. I really wanted to know what I'd done to make her so mad.

"I beg your pardon, but may I ask your name?"

The man that had approached Yuna couldn't have been much older than her...though he seemed it. He had this air about him that seemed calmer than the rest of the world. As Yuna introduced herself, she smiled and saluted. It was the first real smile I'd seen off of her all day.

I lay down on the tier to listen to their conversation. Just as I suspected, horizontal felt good.

"I am summoner Yuna from the isle of Besaid."

"As I thought, the daughter of Lord Braska!" The man exclaimed, eyes lighting up. "You have the look of your father about you."

"My father?" Yuna asked, mildly surprised. "You knew him?"

"No, I have never met him." The man told her, coming to his senses a little bit, as though the dream had been squashed out of him or something by the bitter truth of reality.

I don't know.

"Ah, my apologies, I am Isaaru, I am a summoner like you."

"Like Isaac? A biblical name?" I ventured, to no one in particular.

"And I'm Pacce!" The little kid next to him piped up, bouncing up and down a little in order to be seen. I couldn't blame him, I hadn't noticed him until he'd spoken up. He was tiny, probably barely eight years old.

"Since I was a child, I've always looked up to Lord Braska." Isaaru was saying, I could feel myself starting to drift off and my stomach gnawed restlessly inside my stomach. I didn't want to go to sleep for fear of the nightmares...but at the same time I was yearning for sweet oblivion.

Hunter came over to sit next to me.

"Do you want to go to sleep already?"

"What already? Surely it's night time by now." I said bitterly, shuffling away from where I could feel Hunter's warmth.

"I had nightmares the first time too." Hunter said and got up again. What was the point in coming over here if you were just gonna tell me that and leave? I sighed and wondered how much longer Yuna was gonna be with this stiff. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind Isaaru but talk about bad timing.

"Yuna, I Beg your leave. Good luck to both of us."

"Yes." Yuna said, and stood aside to let him go.

She didn't watch him go, just looked round at the injured and then spotted me lying on the side like some dead artefact. It was her turn to walk this way, thank God the others had some sense and went off to do their own respective stuff for a while.

"Your arm is broken."

No shit Sherlock.

"Yeah, I dunno how you missed it when it's been at this angle for...a good couple of hours."

"I'm sorry Alex...I've had a lot on my mind. I'll do my best to heal you right away."

Now I feel guilty for feeling neglected. Can't say I can't wait to get my arm back though...can they mend bones with things like cure?

Yuna moved away for a moment, running over to one of the healers in the corner who had just finished mending someone's broken leg. After a short discussion they returned to me together.

"This might hurt a bit." The healer warned. "I'm going to set it back in place."

Oh god.

"When was your last potion?"

"Somewhere on the Highroad." I mumbled. "Look, can I have a stronger anaesthetic?"

Like morphine?

The healer shook her head.

"I'm afraid not."

I weighed up the pros and cons of crying for a minute and then decided that the pain couldn't last forever. Her fingers felt like daggers all the way up my arm and just as she was about to set it, I felt a hand in mine. When I looked up, it was Wakka of all people. He grinned at me...in that way he does and watched with upmost fascination as Yuna and the new healer worked.

I tried to give him a look that could express the sheer scale of the gratitude I felt but at that moment the healer sat on my arm or something because there was an explosion of pain like I've never known before, so forceful it made it hard to breathe. There was a howl, at the time I thought it was coming from me, it was only later I realised that it was coming from Wakka as I crushed the bones of his fingers.

There was an almighty crack followed by a couple of seconds of intense hyperventilation and weighing up the pros and cons of just simply giving up and dying.

"You should feel a little better now." The healer said, looking pleased with herself.

Excuse the hostilities, but I just glowered, no anaesthetic and now a masochist healer. I was relieved to find that after the initial throbbing, my arm did feel better and as I looked, I was doubly relieved to see that it was no longer attempting the life of an isosceles triangle.

"Thank you." I said. "I never want to do that again."

The healer smiled that polite, bedside manner smile and started telling Yuna something about casting a spell.

"You'll be alright now." Wakka was saying to me in a squeaky voice, trying to remove his crushed hand from my grip.

"Thanks Wakka."

"That's okay," Wakka said, smiling. "You can be the one to buy the medicine to fix my hand."

I tried to smile at him as both Yuna and the healer stood above me, chanting something and hanging staff's over me. As they chanted, I could feel the pain of my arm easing and my eyes growing heavy.

"No...no I don't want to sleep yet." I mumbled, but there was no helping it. I didn't have time to change my clothes as I'd wanted, or to sit in a corner forcing myself to accept what had happened. The healing was soothing and before I could really start to fight it, darkness closed over me and I fell into that sweet oblivion. Away from Sin, away from the death, the destruction, away from everything.

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So, Alex survived the drop onto the decimated beach. Is she scarred for life? Is she lucky she managed to survive something so horrible? What about Hunter, what does he make of everything? And why is Lulu mad at Alex?

Hunter: (shrugs)

FB: YES! Because Alex fell on and broke her favourite hair ornament! (points)