Murphy's head whipped round at the sound of someone calling back, but it took seconds at most, and a dreadful feeling of his heart sinking to realise that it wasn't Connor.

No. He shouldn't think like that - he should be happy and relieved that others survived. And he was! But his priority would always be his twin.

Making his way over, he tried to hide his disappointment - something easily done when you looked as concerned as they both did - and slowed to a stop once he was a few feet from...Llewellyn? It was something like that, that's what he'd heard someone call him on the plane. The blonde girl.

"Christ, s'good to know I'm not by myself here," he said as he caught his breath, and although he was trying to keep his tone light, it really wasn't working. "Hey, uh - you seen anyone else? I'm lookin' for my brother, h-he was with me, but we got...y'know..."

A vague motion towards the ocean as a whole. 'Separated' was the missing word there, but he didn't add it in. He just watched Llewellyn closely, hoping to see in his expression that yes! Yes he had seen other people! They were all grouped nearby and they had a working phone and everything would be fine!

Tsch. Yeah fucking right.