Blaire was still sitting inside the shell of the yacht; Tray had promptly leaned on her shoulder and was now fast asleep.

Not that she cared – it was just uncomfortable.

Soon, Blaire heard a sound that made her heart skip a beat. The rustle of the bushes outside was too loud for it to just be the wind.

Footsteps!

Blaire got up hastily, not caring that Tray crashed down into the dessicated remains of the couch as soon as she got up.

He blinked unintelligently. “Huh? Wha – ?”

Blaire was already outside, but her spirits sank to her toes when she saw that it was only a stray monkey that had wondered out into the beach.

She was ready to retreat into the yacht when she heard something that made her turn around.

“Where did you go, monkey? Come out, I want to play with someone!”

Anastasia came crashing through the bushes, begrimed and scraped, but she was alive!

“Anastasia!” Blaire yelled, running over to the little girl.

The child looked up at her, not fazed.

“Where’s my monkey?”