The sound of Ryan's voice, roaring through the chaotic night air of Aldridge Port, was the sweetest music Suzy had ever heard. It cut through the fog of her pain and despair, a ray of comfort against the raging sea. A weak, joyful smile, almost a grimace given her bruised face, touched her lips. His name, a prayer, a desperate hope fulfilled, slipped from her in a soft, trembling whisper: "Ryan."