Squall scanned the area frantically, "Where is she? I can't see her." He thought to himself for a few moments.

He continued to gaze out into the gloomy outstretch of sea, soon his light blue eyes landed upon a slim figure sinking slowly, bubbles escaping from it's head.

"Rinoa," he let his voice escape as it echoed throughout the waters as bubbles carried out his message.

The figure had not heard his call apparently, it hadn't moved in any way at all. After staring for a few mere seconds he began to kick his legs quickly rushing towards her, his hert racing. He wanted to save her. He felt as though it was his fault for this catastrophe. This made his legs kick faster in hopes to reach her on time. Looking down he gazed into the darkness of the sea noticing a small outline of the once bright and joyful Rinoa.

Kicking his legs downwards he entered the darkness and grabbed the shadowed girl by the wrist pulling her up into the light bringing back some of the joy in her face. He stared at the girl his hair waving gently in the oceans underwater current. With a deep sigh he put his hands behind her back pulling her upwards as his lungs gasped for air desperately. Looking up at the sunny surface he smiled surfacing and gasping for air pulling Rinoa up along with him. Everyone was gone, the only thing in sight was a small island about two hundred yards away.

He held the unconsious Rinoa in his arms looking upon her, "..." He glared down.

"This is all my fault. If only I hadn't let her go to get the orb.I feel responsible for all this.I hope she is okay.But what if she never wakes up? What if she is.gone.?" He questioned himself in his thoughts.

He lifted her numb body towards him staring down to make sure she was breathing. It seemed as if she had stopped.Yet he looked harder and noticed her chest slowly moving up and down in unison with the waves around them.

He let out a deep sigh of relief, shaking his head. Looking back up he began to kick his feet once more, his destination right ahead of them.

Reaching the shore he laid out Rinoa's body onto the white sand then turned around and made a seat near the water. He bent his knees close to his chest, them barely spread apart as his arms hung limply over them. His head stared lifeless at the sand below him.

"Squall." A voice rang out his name gently.

He turned his head to see Rinoa ringing out her damp duster with a smile plastered on her once more joyful face.

"Thank you," she began to walk towards him.

He looked out towards the sea halfway ignoring Rinoa, "I wasn't doing anything that anyone else wouldn't have done."

"Why is she thanking me? I didn't do anything special." Once more Squall was deep in thought, yet the silence was once more broken by Rinoa.

Rinoa stared down at the ground her hands behind her back as she rolled her ankle in circular motions, "Well. See. If you hadn't saved me. I wouldn't be here. And. I know I've caused a lot of problems for you and everyone in the past. and well.I'm sorry."

Squall nodded to Rinoa then again spoke, "You don't have to be sorry."

Rinoa gazed down at him, stopping with her ankle movements, then gave a slight nod walking closer to him, "Umm. Squall. I'm still really thankful for what you did."

He didn't answer instead he stared blankly at the glistening ocean. The only thing that distracted his attention from the ocean was the swift movement of Rinoa taking a seat by Squall, her legs also half bent and close to her chest.