As she looked into the dark, roiling waters beneath her, she couldn't help but shiver. The cold patter of raindrops fell about her, the soft grumble of the thunder distant to her ears. Lightning flashed above her head, briefly illuminating the barren, lone deck on which she stood. Her fingers clenched the wooden bar, cold as ice, while her thoughts echoed one phrase:

Where is he?

Images flooded through her brain as she swayed against the storm, pausing only long enough to come into focus before being whisked away by another memory.

Holding him when she had first fallen…

...seeing his transformation and knowing she loved him despite it…

...traveling with him across numerous strange lands…

...battling enemies both powerful and cutthroat…

...falling to him on purpose this time, and bringing out the white wings so foreign to him...

How could he leave her? The images slowed to rest on the last image she had of himhis warm smile directed at her as he walked out the door.

A cold wind sprayed water on her cheeks, the salt water mixing with her tears as her sobs shook her. "He said he'd never leave me!" she cried, her knees hitting the hard wooden boards and her head resting upon her hands. Her fingers tightened on the railing as she remembered the bond only they had shared; the mental link that had allowed them to speak to each other's minds, even when separated by long distances. That bond wasn't working, though. She had tried to reach him, calling out to him time after time while her energy waned from little nourishment and long sleepless nights. Auntie hadn't been able to help her, nor Irk or anyone…

A small hand touched her shoulder, and she started with surprise. "Geena!" she said in shock, the little seer's body soaked like her own from the howling wind and pouring rain.

"Have you seen any sign of him?" Geena asked softly.

"No…" she said reluctantly, turning away from the eyes suited more to seeing what others could not than the physical world around them.

"Come inside, big sister," Geena said gently, tugging on her now-limp hand.

The girl's tired eyes looked once more to the ocean as she stood, all thoughts void from her mind. Letting Geena lead her meant she didn't have to make decisions, and as she mused at how the blind little girl was able to move around the ship with ease, her thoughts shied away from the possible ends he might have come to. The warm light of her cabin and the dry clothes laid out for her had a stupefying effect, and as she climbed into bed and her head hit the pillow, only one word was on her lips…

Izark.