Anaya came out of the black and saved Shawn by throwing the madman off balance. He didn't take any chances and started to run, following Anaya through the mist, hoping she knew where she was going. He stumbled a bit, but then realized he wasn't holding onto his sister. "Claire!?" he screamed, unable to even hear himself.<br/><br/>He continued running, not knowing where the madman was, and not wanting to lose Anaya. "Claire!" he screamed. This time he stopped, he needed to find her! He looked around, feeling through the smoke with his one free hand, the other still blocking the smoke with his jacket. "Claire! Where are you!?"<br/><br/>Now he'd lost Anaya as well. He didn't see anyone, or hear anything but the roar of the smoke. The pain started to course through him, he tightened the cloth, forcing himself to breath through the layers of canvas. "Claire!" He ran back, or what he thought was back. He ran for what must have been five minutes, but he didn't find the cabin again. He didn't find anything he recognized, just more desert.<br/><br/>Then the smoke lifted, and Shawn was alone in the moonlight. He took away his jacket and fell to the floor, hoping the pain would leave. Around him were rocks, and bushes, and sand- but no cabin, no madman, no sister, and no Anaya. "CLAIRE!" he screamed with the little energy he had. He forced himself up and looked around.<br/><br/>He ran in any direction he could muster, hoping it was the right way to go. "Claire!" Then he saw a figure in the distance, so he ran towards it. He wasn't sure if it was his sister, or the madman, but he needed to find out. "Claire!" He got closer, and closer, holding onto the fire iron just in case. Then he saw who it was- Anaya. His heart sank.<br/><br/>"Please, have you seen my sister? Have you seen Claire?"