Coraline dreaded the passage of each and every minute. It felt like the more time that went by... the less likely they'd find Felicity alive.
The passengers and single crewmember of the Golden Eagle faithfully searched the ship-- and for well over the ten-minute time limit that Elladan had proposed.
They kept in groups... their accountability, perfect, even amidst the chaos. Coraline kicked and screamed and very nearly cried in order to accomplish that...
Felicity wasn't in the hold. She wasn't in any of the rooms... They even checked the two with the bodies. The dead men were still present, which was a very slight reassurance.
Besides the engine room, there was one place left to explore.
It was the top deck.
Coraline felt a deep pain in the depths of her stomach... like her anxiety was tearing a tiny hole in her insides. If Felicity couldn't be found on the ship... then she may have very well been... *off.*
