Russel was also on the ship, lost, confused, alarmed. There was the same urgency in his actions as in Fletcher's. But what he was seeking was far different. He was looking for Fletcher. He had to find him as soon as possible. He could hear him calling him. There was no pain in his voice, only an urgent desperation edging on terror. He kept telling the boy that he was on his way, just wait a little longer, that he would be there to help and everything would be okay--

If he could only get there. Where was he? He kept calling to him, getting a response, and being so very close-- But nothing.

Time was running out. He had to find him. Or he would never forgive himself.