You’re a young girl flying on an airplane to go to London. Your plane gets shot down in the war and you wind up the only survivor on a big island. You wander around for a few hours when you spot some boys on a beach. They’re all muddy and sandy. There’s a handsome one. There’s a blonde tall one. There’s a fat one with glasses. There’s a younger one with blonde hair and blue eyes. More boys are there but most are very young. The tall boy spots you and runs over. “My god! A girl! Now we can really make a true society!”