*Chelsea Brade*
Chelsea opened her eyes, groaning as she rubbed her head. Great. They leave me for a couple of days and I'm on a.. Beach? She coughs and shakily stands up, staggering and she looks at the wreckage. "Oh. Great." Chelsea sarcastically smiles before brushing back a fringe of hair in her face. Taking a deep breath, she checks her pockets. Her shirt is wet from the sea, and she'll have to wash it in clean water later. She still has her phone, although broken, and her pocket knife. A squeak from inside her jacket makes itself known and a small, grey musteline face pops out of her collar. "Thank goodness you're still safe, Doctor."
-Jude Marshall-
Jude woke up to the smell of burning and the salty aroma of the ocean. He sneezes, realizing how cold he is. Laying on cold sand never helped anyone, so he stood up and brushed off his clothes. Sand fell down to its original spot and Jude sighed. Nothing to help him out here. He looked around, identifying his surroundings. "An island. Out of all the places.." Jude took off his beanie and smacked it with his hand, watching the sand fall off. He shook his head sharply and then put the hat back on. "Better get ready for a world of hurt."