Elza looked up from the ground. Standing above her was a man; his shirt was half open. The sun shone in her eyes a little to brightly for comfort and she knew she had jolted her head. She heard the man say something, but it sounded far away. She squinted against the sun and saw a hand outstretched, as if he wanted to help her up. Elza took the man's hand, and he did indeed help her up. "Thank you sir, I will be fine. Didya happen to see the belle I was with? I'm afraid that last jolt might have thrown her overboard." Elza slurred. She wasn't quite steady on her feet yet and she leaned against the man. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'I hope that he doesn't think I am hitting on him. That would just complicate things more than Valene already has.' She closed her eyes and blackness greeted her. She slipped into unconsciousness.