Claire's heartbeat quickened. She savored the seconds as she turned slowly. She shook with the effort it took to suppress a scream. She did a slow and complete piroute, and faced........... Richard. Thank God it was only Richard. "Hey, I heard something moving around in here from downstairs and I came to see what you were doing. I went out with the search group, but we weren't able to find her. I don't think we will, but I'll keep searching for a few weeks. If nothing turns up, the men in the group said they won't be able to keep searching. It's likely the waves have already claimed her. By the way, your chicken was burning so I turned it off." Claire stood, dumbfounded, with one hand still on the wardrobe's door, the other reaching for Richard, who was already walking down the stairs. The wardrobe had stopped shaking, and only Claire cowered in the room, too heartbroken to speak.