"K-katara? ...Sakka...? ...Appa? .......Momo?" Aang stood atop the highest point he could find. No sound made to answer him but the soft clamouring of the waves against the rocky shore. A gust of wind pushed him from behind, shagging his long hair in front of his eyes, straying him with cool sea salt. How long had he been asleep or away? His hair was so long, it covered the airbending tattoo on his forehead. Where was he? An island no doubt, and one with a great mountain top but where were the others? He had been searching for hours and was beginning to become rather afraid. There was nothing more he could do. He took a seat on the hard ground and stared into the dark night sky, frowning, exhausted from his search. He folded her legs and closed his eyes. What would Master Rouko do?