“We’re not on the jumper,” James said, from not that far away. She stumbled away from the ocean as though she had only then woken up, her hoofsteps unsteady and her whole body shaking slightly as she did so. “H-how are we back on the island? Did we crash?” She looked down at her own suit, which had taken some damage as Dust ripped her free, or maybe as she hit the water. There was no way to know for sure. “I don’t see wreckage.”