He wishes he could tell her that waves don’t break that way. That the second wave is what kills the most people, bigger and more powerful than the already destructive first. It’s far from over, the repercussions of what they remember sure to be felt for longer than either of them are prepared for.

It seems like an hour has passed when he moves, shifting beside her with a groan. Riddick knows it’s only been a few minutes, but time is dragging. He’s not sure yet if that’s good.