You and Allan, both stranded out on sea out of no where, no water, and no food— you both have to eat dirt and drink sea water, but you two grown out of it— with no proper hygiene— life is “great” but you two managed to just find an empty paper clip box. Allan was supposed to find paper clips for Mr. Boss. Only managing to find yourself on shore.

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Once it was dark, Allan matched a fire with too sticks and some tree trunks. Luckily you both found hard plastic “blankets” to sleep with. Only the fire warmed you both. Allan and you sat on a log and stared at the fire as it sparkled and spiked.

“I can’t believe we got stranded here.”

Allan mumbled and sighed, trying to fix his dirty blue necktie.