The phantom hours it had had taken Sahaqiel exhaled slowly the cleansing of memories went without much complication for the beachgoers may return to their activities that they could also return onto their own given task. At least that they both agreed upon till they were drawn towards a small group gathered around one quite passionate in something shared with him from a friend. From the stunned expression across Azrael’s face their thoughts were one-in-the same that the one told had to be none other than Elemiah. Clasping both hands closely to her shapely chest the sole Seaick had landed on earth and was okay from the sound of man’s words.
Inching closer Sahaqiel rested her hand upon Azrael’s shoulder, “This can only mean one thing…†she spoke softly only Azrael could hear, “…That the others must have landed somewhere else too, Azrael. What worries me that the description match that closely to the one we face, but that is not only the half of it. Do you remember his last words?†It only made sense when she thought more about it closely.