"Depends on how smoothly our trip to the other side goes." Courfeyrac bends down, getting his shoes and socks and pants back in the proper alignment. "Hopefully we're going to land, find a local guide, and head toward where they might have washed ashore. We're partially betting on Enjolras tending to be noticeable--and all this supernatural stuff making him more noticeable. We'll ask for information, we'll get a heading, and we'll find them. Then we'll head for home."

Courfeyrac rubs at the back of his neck as some of the tension from the morning returns. "The other possibility is that whatever brought down their plane brings down ours, in which case we swim like crazy for shore and then try to find any trail they might have left while keeping ourselves and everyone else alive for as long as we can. And not bleeding on the ground."