You woke up on a desert island. Your thoughts were barely functioning, you only remembered being on a boat in the middle of the night. You opened your eyes with difficulty, the hot sun almost blinding you. You sat on the scorching soft sand, you were surrounded by water. There were some coconut trees around, and the boat you remembered was on the edge of the sand. Desperation consumed you immediately, you had nowhere to go, or who to ask for help, for the next few hours, you could only cry and try to understand the situation, but, when hunger arrived, you had no other option than to improvise a fishing rod. You were always a failure at fishing, even with professional rods, and it wasn't your “survival instinct” that was going to change that. The only fish caught must have been less than three inches long, and it was obviously raw.
When night fell, you were feeling sick. His back was against the sand and his hands were on his stomach, his eyes closed begging for mercy. And then...a light fell on you. You slowly opened your eyes and sat up: there was a fast food place there, called "Manny's" Maybe you were going crazy and it was just a hallucination...or maybe not. With difficulty you got up, walking to the fast food. It was empty except for one employee. "Hello, miss. Welcome to Manny's, may I help you?" The man's voice echoed in his ears.