Mahir is grateful, at first, that this time when the Terror changes around them, he doesn't wake up with a head full or strange memories or a completely different life to lead. The downside of this is quickly apparent, however, because he realizes he needs to find the others, and even if he does manage that... What are the odds that they haven't been changed the way he was on the cruise ship?

He leaves the resort, intending to look for the others and hope that he isn't the only person left unaffected by... whatever this is.

It isn't long before he sees her. Short, dark hair. Sunglasses. Perpetual scowl. The sight stops Mahir in his tracks, and knocks the breath from his lungs.

"...Georgia..." he finally manages, voice cracking.