Moira stirs when she hears the crash of waves against the rocks. Just the music of it inspires her to lift her head with less effort. But then, the sea always did have that power over her, the ability to calm or awaken her when she needs it most. She can't imagine living anywhere else besides the ocean, and she is gladdened when she spots her home as the cab comes to a stop.

"I'm okay," she insists, managing to climb out of the cab without falling over herself. She inhales deeply of the air, heavy with sea salt and just the purity of the ocean water. She sobers up a fair amount, the magic of nature working in her blood.