I slowly come to on what feels like hot, scorching sand. My eyes blink open slowly, vision fighting against the merciless sun shining directly above me.

Am I on a beach? What the hell?

I look all around me. I spot the plane, crushed and smoking, half-in water and half-out. And suddenly the whole thing comes back to me — the storm, the turbulence, the crash… my jaw drops.

No fucking way… This is like the Cast Away movie but, like… real.

Then I notice you limping towards the tree line, bloody and burned like I know I probably am, as well.

“Hey!” I call out to you, standing up to chase after you. “Hey! Wait!”