Thomas's eyes fluttered open, the night sky slowly coming into focus.
The sound of waves filled his ears and he could feel the scratch of sand on his bare arms. He began to lift himself up with his right arm.
What...where am- White flashed before his eyes as a piercing pain shot through his head. He grabbed the back of his head and moaned in pain. Slowly, he regained his vision, and slowly, took in his surroundings. He was on a beach, but not Jamestown's beach. No, this was different. He was beginning to remember what had happened. He went to the Underworld to find Adella....or had that been a dream?
"The Underworld," he scoffed to himself. "Yep, they'll definitely think I've gone mad."
Suddenly, he felt a presence nearby. He stiffened and looked to his right. On a rock, staring right back at him, there she was: Adella.
