She could feel the pounding in her temples, could hear it.<i>Ba thump, ba thump, ba thump</i>. The thumping rhythm was everything in her awareness for a long moment as her consciousness attempted to drag itself out of the wreckage of the train. She tried to open her eyes, but the world around her was moving to quickly. She felt like she was going to throw up and closed her eyes again.<br/><br/>She heard the lapping of water all around her, and became acutely aware of a slight back and forth motion she was experiencing. And the chill. She reached her hand to her head but before skin met skin, she felt a dull thud against her forehead. She dared to open her eyes again, looking at her hand in bewildering confusion. The image was a hundred pictures all swirling about in a whirl of red and white.<br/><br/>Pokeball.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and dropped her hand back into the sand, the water rolling upon over her legs and hips, before running back down the beach a short distance, making her ebb and flow slightly with the motion. She tried to collect her thoughts, to figure out where she was. She found a smattering of memories, incoherence.<br/><br/>Train.<br/><br/>She was on a train, heading for somewhere... They had come into the last car, her car... A call for inspection. She keenly felt the pokeball still clutched in her hand. She was nervous, didn't want him to be found in her bag. And then... and then nothing. A black hole in her mind sucking up whatever events had transpired afterwards that had led her here.<br/><br/>She tried her eyes again. The world was whirling, but she wasn't compelled to vomit anymore. She laid in the sand for a long moment, staring up at whatever may be above her. She sat up slowly, felt a bevy of aches and pains, grit her teeth and hissed.<span style="color: blue">Ow, ow... ow...</span>She was upright, propped on her arms. She looked around slowly as the world solidified.<br/><br/><i>A cave</i>? She realized with a fresh pang of pain from her head. She looked down, at the water rolling up and down her legs. She looked out across the water at the train car...<i>Train car!?</i>She blinked, convinced her eyes were lying to her. They weren't. She leaned over and threw up, propping herself on her hands and knees, shaking for a moment before crawling out of the water and sitting on the rocks, looking at the train car in dismay.<br/><br/>After a long moment, she looked around, seeing others washed up in the cavern. She looked at them one by one, some were moving, others weren't. Pokemon were loose as well.<i>At least I wasn't the only one...</i>she thought to herself, looking down at the pokeball. She was drenched, she realized. Her shirts were soaked through, and clingy, and her pants were bordering on transparent.<br/><br/>She popped open her belt bag and groaned as she pulled her mother's old pokedex from it, before upending it and dumping out the water. She reached across her chest, and realized her bag was missing. She looked around, still caught in a torpor, not feeling the urgency of her supplies no longer being attached to her. After a moment she spotted it, a short distance away floating in the water. She set down the pokeball, and started back into the water, wading in until she could reach the bag and drag it back to shore where she sat back down, setting the pokeball on her lap and trying to collect herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>