Closer to 12:45am
Though she made it out of the pool, Zania never made it off the H Deck. She wasn't really trying, since she couldn't find Stefan. He'd been nearby when the rocking had started, but she hadn't seen him since. With him still missing, she couldn't bring herself to leave. Instead, she clung to a pillar, screaming his name as the water sloshed back and forth. Her voice had long ago gone hoarse, but that wouldn't stop her. She'd yell until her lungs bled if it'd help her find her brother.
There seemed to be chaos everywhere. Stefan was struggling in his attempts to find Zania admist it all, but the sounds in his ears continued to be dull and fuzzy. He supposed that's what happened when you were knocked around and people and objects were flying by you. He knew he was bleeding somewhere, since the bar he had been at on H-Deck was suddenly nothing more than broken glass and splinters. He felt like he could pull himself to safety somehow... get to the hall behind the stage if he was careful. But he couldn't go without Zania. Who he was trying really hard to find. If he drowned trying to find her, so be it. "Zania," he yelled, wincing as the roaring grew louder in his ears.
For the first time since the chaos started, she thought she heard her name. Zania looked frantically around, trying to see past the storm raging inside the room with them. He couldn't be far if she could hear him, right? She decided now would be the time to move, if she could, and began to crawl outwards as she called his name. The only problem came when the boat tipped and she tumbled to the other side, luckily missing the pool this time, but on the other side from where she'd been. Except now she could hear him closer, so maybe that fall wasn't such a bad thing, if she ignored the fact that she was bleeding in several places from little cuts of glass.
"Zania," Stefan yelled again, wiping the water from his face and coughing a bit before he squinted through the storm to search for her. He caught sight of movement and started to move forward, his heart thudding painfully hard in his chest. He had to find her... get her to safety and pray they didn't die together. "Zan?" Every time he opened his mouth it felt like he was drowning. His chest and ribs were aching, and after checking, he found his ear was bleeding. Never a good sign, that. But there was a bright light in all of the horrible chaos. He saw her, caught sight of her hair and her face. He just had to get to her. Relief flooded him and he found the adrenaline that began to pump through his body helped him to start making his way to her. She was too close to the pool, he felt... if she fell, he wasn't sure he could help her.
It was probably good that Stefan saw her then and not when she'd actually been in the pool thirty to forty-five minutes earlier. There had been a time when Zania had actually worried about drowning, whereas now she was more concerned about being knocked out by some random object and then bludgeoned to death. In the time that the boat had been rocking, she'd spent far, far too much time thinking about all the different ways in which she could die, but only so that she could avoid them. Hearing Stefan's voice, she forgot about her worries entirely, just glad to know that her brother was alive. "Stef!" she yelled, prepared for another sudden movement of the ship when it suddenly... stopped. Just like that. It stopped dead, which was almost more of a jolt than if she'd been thrown again like she was expecting. What it did mean was that she was able to run towards her brother, or hobble since she was pretty sure she'd twisted something in that last fall, but either way she was getting to him now.