Both Jed and Abbey were waiting for rescue.
Each were waiting for others to intervene. Each was helpless to help themselves. But each had to trust their faith. Faith that had been part of their lives since the day of their birth. An integral part of their being. And in their current situation, the only thing that could keep them hoping that one day they would be back together.
One was in the middle of an ocean with an unknown time of rescue. The other was in the middle of the darkest part of his mind, with an unknown time of rescue as well. Each knew that rescue was possible, but not assured. Just because they had people around them didn't mean those people could help them. Sometimes one could be in a crowd, but yet still be very much alone. Sometimes one had to go beyond the crowd, beyond themselves, to get faith. To keep faith.
When one was alone in a crowd, that was the time to draw upon one's faith. The faith of strength. The faith of hope. The faith that all things would be better. The faith that things would work out as planned, either in this world or the next. One had to have faith to see oneself through the tough times. If one did not have faith, then this world was not possible and the next was not probable. It was only faith that kept one going.
Sometimes faith was silent. Sometimes it was loud. Sometimes one could put faith into words and sometime all one could do was to keep faith as an unconscious desire. Sometimes one could share their faith with others and sometimes faith had to be kept as an individual feeling. Sometimes faith was hard to keep because of outside circumstances. But that was the time faith was needed the most.
For Jed and Abbey this was one of those times.