On a beach.

Shipwrecks littered the shoreline, in numbers almost too great to believe. Tankers, military craft, sailing ships from half a dozen ancient cultures. "My god..." As she caught her breath and gaped at the archeological marvel before her she caught sight of the Endurance among the wrecks. 'If I survived someone else must have...' Her thoughts turned to Roth, her father in all ways but blood, and Sam, practically her sister. If anyone could survive the storm it would be Roth, he was a better swimmer than Lara, but Sam...

She was jolted from her worries by muffled cursing from the cave and she remembered why she was running to begin with. She sprinted up the beach into the tropical vegetation, diving into the undergrowth as the irate scavenger stumbled onto the beach.