One second it was serenity; his lips pressed against Savannah's and their bodies nearly as close, and then it was chaos. Not even, for how did one assimilate chaos with an all together mind blowing unaware of what could possibly be happening? They were tossed and he remembered feeling Savannah being ripped from his arms from the force of whatever...a wave, that had tossed the ship to it's side. First left and then right, maybe more than once, and then center again. Now calm. It was that moment of confusion before everyone noticed the pain and felt the need to panic.
The only thing CJ was aware of was that he was no longer holding onto her. Where was she? His brain was frantic but his body refused to act accordingly. There was a slow sluggishness about his movements that he was having trouble shaking. Why? He rolled to his stomach, his palms down in an attempt to push to his knees. He didn't even notice the shards of glass cutting into his flesh. His brain seemed still to numb to register pain.
"Savannah?" His voice was hoarse, softer than he'd meant for it to be. It was nearly impossible to make any sense out of the room any longer. Things were tossed about, broken and on their sides; tables, chairs, bodies.