"The plane... it crashed..."

The Cessna 172 experienced hydraulic failures, crash-landing right into the Canadian woods.

You slowly come to, splayed out on the sun-baked sand in a seemingly neverending forest. The woods were still; not even the birds dared to chirp.

This is why it was very alarming when an unruly girl entered your field of vision, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

"Hey. Hey! Are you alive?"