They were soft and subtle, the footprints that approached him, so Henrik knew that his chance at rest was likely over. It was that or someone was coming to kill him, in which case he was in no condition to run anyways, though he highly doubted that someone would drag him to the beach first and then decide to kill him, but strange things were bound to happen in life. Slowly, with his head swimming, Henrik rolled his head to the left and there he saw the outline of a woman. The moon was brighter here than he was used too, and as she moved he made out enough distinguishing features to tell it was Veda.<i>Scheisse</i>(1) he cursed to himself inside his head. In all honesty she was the last person in the world he wanted to see, he had done a good job avoiding all conversation with her up until that point, and it was only at their parent's request that they had sat next to each other on the flight. The one thing their parents couldn't do was force them to talk, or so he thought. If only he knew half of what they had planned.<br/><br/>He had no idea how he had ended up on the beach, but he knew she would ask it, though he was willing to wait for her to ask her questions. Henrik's head was still swimming, and that put him in a sort of grumpy attitude which did not bode well for his sister in the least. Not that he was going to be violent with her at all, he was too smart for that and had more respect for her than to do anything like that. He was likely to be more obnoxious though, and one thing that he knew Veda hated was when people like him or their parents spoke English with her. He knew enough of it, studied it well when he was at university so that he could use it in acting, that he could speak it fluently enough. It was the way he could think of to bother her the most, as there was little doubt in his mind her question would come in German, and he would enjoy playing stupid.<br/><br/>Slowly he sat up, his head getting the better of him, as he felt the cool night breeze hit his arms. Henrik was still in the clothes he had landed with on his body. He was clothed in a black t-shirt and some board shorts that had a pattern of a surfboard in blue drawn all over it. It was great for the daytime, and comfortable for the flight but it was not great for chilly night air. He hugged himself and shivered as he tried to focus his eyes on the terrain around him, and about twenty or so meters in front of Veda were bags.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Danke den Sternen, unsere Taschen sind da."</span>(2) He called out instinctively in German forgetting for a brief moment that he was going to try and annoy the hell out of his sister.<br/><br/>Henrik was not known for his ability to overcome harsh obstacles such as pain, so what he did next surprised even himself. His body had an inner survival instinct that told him he needed warmth and he needed it now. He had luckily packed a hoodie or two for lounging around since he figured that there might be some colder nights out on the water. It had been a hasty pack up job since their parents had just demanded on the fly that he drop everything and go. He was happy that he was done with his shots, but now he had to get off of this island. Henrik lurched forward, sprinting toward the bags, ignoring the pain his head was giving him, and jumped the last little bit as he dove onto the pile. He figured that Veda had likely shot him a strange look, though he could not be sure of it or not. Quickly he reached into his bag, flung the clothes out and found his gray hoodie and threw it over his head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Ahhh, that is better. Hey Veda, any sign of mom and dad?"</span>He asked remembering to speak in English this time around.<br/><br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">1 - Shit<br/>
2- thank the stars, our bags are here</span>