She wanted to cry, but Emma knew that if she started crying now for everyone and everything she had lost, she would never be able to stop crying. So she dusted herself off instead, and started walking away down the beach to explore. I have no place of my own anymore, she thought, but maybe I can make one.
The storm hadn't taken everything she had, after all. It could never take away her brave heart, or her cleverness.
Kage Baker, The Hotel Under the Sand