Eugene hadn't any idea where this storm had come from but the intensity was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Sure weather could move fast across the ocean, but there was something magical about this particular gale and it was unsettling to say the least. It finally seemed like had convinced Miss MacFusty to retreat away from the swirling waves and revisited his original plan to seek shelter in the nearby cottages. The lights of the resort seemed impossibly far away and dim in the rain, but he couldn't think about that now. He had sisters and friends up there, but all he could do was focus on getting Miss MacFusty to safety. His ministry emergency training was at the forefront of his mind and he was thankful for the clarity at the moment.

They had a climb ahead of them and he was impressed with the Miss MacFusty's progress in wet skirts and strong winds. They scrambled up the rocks, Eugene careful to keep just behind her lest she need help, but it wasn't until they were to the top that they encountered another hurdle. He had just passed her to help her up over the last of the rocks when he heard her cry out and his breath caught in his throat as his first reaction was that she was falling. He reached out to steady her and found her skirts caught on a bramble bush. He cursed women's clothing for what felt like the umpteenth time this evening and used his wand to free the fabric of the catch, though it tore at the force. He winced, but he couldn't be too worried about it now.

Pulling her the last few yards to their destination, Eugene found the door before him locked. They must not have been in use this week, or for a while, judging by the lack of anything else on the cottage door or windows. Blast. Lacking patience and with adrenaline rushing through his veins, Eugene cast a quick unlocking spell on the door and roughly used his shoulder to force it open. Relieved when it swung open, Eugene pulled Miss MacFusty in and slammed it closed behind him, leaning against it, the sudden quiet of the small living room a stark contrast to the raging hurricane outside.

It took him a brief moment to catch his breath before he hauled a chair to replace his position against the door. Then he turned his attention toward Miss MacFusty. "Are you injured?" He asked uncertainly, holding out a hand toward her, water dripping from his fingertips as he looked her up and down to see if he could find anything amiss.