One tense conversation and a declined wedding invitation was all he had as his last memory of Penny before she'd hopped on that Merlin-forsaken boat and missed his sister's wedding. It simply wouldn't do. It couldn't be their last conversation.

Darrow and Kons were on the rescue mission and Nemo could do nothing but wait for news. As news of the shipwreck broke, he'd never felt more useless. For all his department was good for, this was not something he could consciously help with and so he had to leave it up to his brother and Darrow. It was a sad day in his book when he was more useless than Darrow.

Fortunately it seemed that this ship captain's particular niche proved more than useful but pivotal in collecting survivors and as word came in that they'd be trickling in either through portkey on the Voyager itself, Nemo didn't know exactly what to do with himself. He tried to work at his desk, but the schedule of arrivals for the portkeys had come on and he was too antsy to really get much done.

Getting his hopes up that Penny would be among those to arrive at the ministry today was dangerous, but inevitable and so as he found himself checking his pocket watch for the fifth time in ten minutes, he made his way down to where they were set to arrive. The chaos that erupted upon arrival was hard to decipher for a moment and he almost didn't see Penny until her body collided with his. His arms immediately wrapped around her, thankful to have her whole and safe once more. She smelled like seawater and felt uncharacteristically small against him, but at lest she was home. "You're alright, you're alright," He found himself murmuring as he held tight. "I've got you, you're alright."