Eliza and her father struggled in the current, the large packs she stubbornly clung to nearly dragging her down several times. Finally they made it to the ship, though, and she pushed her father up until he could climb onto the deck, his lungs straining for air after the fright and the exertion. She was able to struggle to get her bag up, and if anyone offered to help her she would gratefully accept. Once her father and their gear was safely on board she climbed up as well before laying on her back and closing her eyes, the weariness forcing her to take a short break.<br/><br/>Dr. Beauman turned where he was sitting and squinted at the two who were already on board. "I hope you don't mind that we crashed your party," he said, his smile somewhat out of place after what they had just been through. "I forgot to bring the wine, though."  He chuckled and then looked back towards the shore. "Forgot the wine..."<br/><br/>His companion turned over and got to her knees to look at the others. "I... I'm Eliza. This is my dad, Anthony."<br/><br/>"<i>Doctor</i>Beauman, thank you very much," he said, turning to give her a squinty look of disapproval. "I worked hard for that title." As he spoke he waved his hands as if trying to ward off flies.<br/><br/>She sighed. "I'm sorry about my dad," she began, "he's still not completely ready to give up some of the luxuries of the past, including that title.  We just need to rest here for a bit. Then we'll try to get to the other side and leave you guys alone.  I know that a lot of people don't like to travel together?"  The last part was a question. Almost a plea.<br/><br/>_     _     _     _     _<br/><br/><br/>Sai's fork in the road turned out to be both a good and a bad choice. Good, because it did indeed lead her to the river, but bad, because there were a couple of Walkers between her and the water.  The two walking bodies must have been together for quite a while.<br/><br/>The one that had once been a man was in a tattered tuxedo, which looked like it had been styled for a younger man, and the Walker that had once been a girl was in a prom dress, the tiara still fastened somehow to her frizzy, leaf and blood infested hair.<br/><br/>They turned almost at the same time and began to lumber towards the tiny blond. Between her and the river was about a hundred feet, and the prom zombies were blocking her path and would soon be at her side.