Artemis started thrashing in the water, grabbing desperately at whatever had been supporting him. His eyes flashed open and the sun blinded him, but he managed to grab the chunk of mangled plastic he had rolled off of.

Having managed to drag himself onto this crude raft, he collapsed, shivering. Coughing and spluttering he thought to himself,

'Analyze the situation, Artemis! Analyze the situation... Where am I?'

Artemis decided that that would be a good place to start. Opening his eyes he looked around, but finding that the rolling of the waves made him feel sick, quickly shut them.

"O-cean?" He spluttered. Laying there for a few more moments he began to think,

'How did I get here?' He racked his brains as well as he could in his present state. Not only could he not remember anything, his mind felt fuzzy. Artemis was aware enough to realize that his thought process wasn't working correctly, but beyond that, he couldn't comprehend anything. Soon he began to drift off.

A loud buzz coming from Artemis' side woke him. Lifting his arm slightly, it took him a minute to realize that the ring around his fourth finger was the thing buzzing. This puzzled him a bit; he rested his arm across his chest, not having the energy to put it back at his side. Closing his eyes the buzz began to fade.

"FOWL!" Artemis jolted, nearly dislodging himself of the raft for a second time. "Artemis, this is Foaly! Can you hear me?" Artemis didn't understand what was happening, but decided he might try to say something.

"Errrrmp" was all he could muster.

"By the gods! Holly! He's alive!"

~10 Kilometers from the Irish Sea (Fowl Manner)~

"I've got his location Holly!" Foaly shouted, ecstatic with success.

"I'm as good as gone." She said, taking off from the balcony.

Butler stood in the doorway to Artemis' study watching Foaly pull up maps, charts, and vital statistics on his computer, which was now set up on Artemis's desk.

Artemis's parents and two brothers were at a relative's house, not having wanted to come home and face what had happened just yet.

"Anything new?" Butler asked.

"Er, well… He's awake." Foaly replied; Butler wasn't satisfied.

"He's awake." He repeated, expecting more of an explanation from the centaur.

"Yes." A moment went by in silence, "No." Butler just raised an eyebrow. "He must have passed out."

Right. When was someone going to tell Butler what was going on? He hadn't even known Artemis had been ill, let alone taken to the hospital.

"Foaly, I would appreciate it if someone would brief me on current events." The centaur didn't even turn his head. "I have no idea what's going on." He persisted.

"Nether do I." Foaly typed furiously for a moment, "All I know is that Fowl passed out on the floor while speaking to Holly, was taken to the psyche unit, and crashed in a plain…" There was a moment's pause, "and lived."

"Did you say 'Psyche unit' Foaly?"

"Yes, I don't know why he was taken there – so don't ask me."

The Psyche unit? His parents took him to the psych unit? Why? Butler was perplexed, should he call them? They still thought Artemis's was dead so he wouldn't only be calling with questions.

"Mrs. Fowl?" Butler said into the mouth piece of the phone he was holding.

"Butler? Is that you?" Angeline Fowl replied at the other end.

"Yes Mam' I – have something important to tell you."

"Um," Mrs. Fowl sounded almost tearful through the phone. "We know."

"No, he's alive." There was an awkward silence, then,

"Wh- What? Is he, with you?"

"No. Foaly pinpointed his location using some sort of fairy communicator he wears as a ring. Apparently it can also read vital statistics." Butler informed her. There was a small gasp from Angeline,

"I – I, can I talk to this Foaly person?" Angeline asked.

"Of course, one moment." Butler replied, a bit surprised.

"Foaly, it's Mrs. Fowl, she wants to talk to you." Foaly looked up surprised.

"Sure thing." The phone was handed over. "Hello?" He said into the mouth piece. "Uh, no. Holly's gone out to find him. Don't worry she's the best there is, if there's any chance of finding him she'll be the one. She'd be able to do if there weren't any chance just to spite fate. That's an elf you don't mess with." Butler heard Angeline reply, but couldn't make out the words. "Don't worry Mrs. Fowl, we'll bring your son back."

~Irish Sea 20 minutes Later~

Holly had just spotted what must be a bit of debris left by the plane. She dived, intending to get a closer look.

She gasped, there was a boy laying on a piece of plastic from the side of the plane.