Valentin drags himself to shore, spitting out seawater between curses and panting gasps for breath. His, well, everything hurts, but he pushes himself to his feet nonetheless. He isn't going to crawl through the sand, not on his life.

It's all a bit of a blur, and as he turns around, waves lapping at his feet. He staggers a bit. Dizzy. Not good. Peering out at the wreckage, he can see half the plane floating out on the water, the other sunk beneath the waves already. All sorts of flotsom floating alongside it, some of it making it's way to shore.

People.

Panic rises quickly as he looks around, frantic.

Adelle.

Where is she?

"Adelle?" His voice comes out in a too-soft croak. He coughs, spits out more salty water. He raises his voice. "Adelle!"

He begins pacing. Turning, pacing, going in circles. He shouts again.

There are a few people around, but none of them are right. None of them are her.

He begins stalking down the beach. Is it the right way? Is there a right way? He curses, alternating between that and calling his sister's name.

He stops. Still, so very still for a moment. Trying to listen, trying to hear, trying to convince himself it's not a hallucination.

He runs, kicking up sand, and nearly slipping in it for his attempt at speed. Over a small hill, and there--there!

"Adelle!"