It was not a gentle revival, but even as Malou's lungs hacked up every drop of water in them, her mind focused on the gentle warmth on her chin that she had felt. Had she imagined that? She rolled onto her side trying to figure out where she was amongst the coughing and water. But the explusion was too strong, drawing tears to her eyes and dragging through her lungs and throat. Finally, voice horse and eyes stinging with tears Malou pushed herself up slightly, looking mildly panicked as she searched for Mr. Prewett.

Her gaze caught on him and relief flooded through her. He was alright.

"Mr. Prewett." She croaked, eyes meeting his, relief clear, even as tears trailed down her soaked cheeks. "You're alright." It was barely more than a whisper but she found she could almost cry in relief.

And then she noticed the missing half of the room, the floor that had once been a kitchen celiling gone, the storm that still surrounded them. But it was calm here - shielded. Had he? He must have rescued her. The last thing she remembered was falling into the water.