Lucky sat up. She was on the beach all right, water lapping around her body without much energy. Fifty feet away or so, a thick jungle began, filled with the calls of strange birds. Laying in the surf were both the ponies she was looking for. Dust was on her back, occasionally coughing up more sea water. Beside her, James had gotten to her hooves, but hadn’t moved out of the water. She stood frozen, completely catatonic even as the water hit her.