Holly floated into consciousness, but her eyes remained closed. Fingers, not her own, twitched on her arm, and she slowly turned her head. Raising her free hand she pushed the damp hair from her face and opened her eyes, blinking in the sun that failed to warm her. Sprawled beside her on the wet road a young man stared with wide eyes and an expression she could not fathom.
He drew a shuddering breath, and smiled weakly. ‘Did you feel the earth move?’
Holly frowned at the scattered palm fronds and rocks. ‘What happened?’
‘I think we just survived a tsunami.’