I must have slept for three or four hours, for when I awoke, the sun was high in the sky. Victoria was sitting beside me, near the bonfire, reading a book, and I was curled up on the yellow rubber mat.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," she said softly, putting down her book. "You were out like a light." I smiled a little. "Here," she said, handing me a bottle of water from beside her. "Drink it all like a good girl." I opened the cap, and began to sip.

"Where is everybody?" I asked, and she pointed off down the beach. I followed her hand with my eyes to the first class cabin, now encased in one of the yellow rubber chutes, and watched for a few minutes, sipping my water, as Charlotte and Mikey held the ends of the rubber, guiding, as Frank, Bob, Ray, Gerard, Zara, and Amanda pushed. Phil, I noticed, sat in the sand by the pile of luggage, calmly reading a book. "What an asshole," I said quietly.

"Yeah," she replied. "He is, totally. And you know he's gonna expect everyone else to work their asses off, and then just expect that we'll just give him a place to sleep. I wanna vote him off the island." I laughed.

"No," I replied. "I wanna vote US off the island, and maybe let him stay."

"Yeah, you're right. That'd definitely be better."

"I should really be helping," I said, feeling guilty for sitting there on the beach.

"I know, I feel guilty for sitting here too, but I guess I've been helping, I've been keeping the fire going. And anyway, you've helped already. You and Frank searched the plane, you and Gerard found the water, and not only that, you did the other thing. I know I couldn't have done that." We sat in silence for several minutes.

"Victoria," I said eventually.

"Please," she interrupted, "call me Tori."

"Ok, Tori, then. Have you, um, noticed any planes or helicopters?" I asked softly. She shook her head.

"It's odd, though, isn't it? I didn't expect to have to spend one night out here, what with all the radar stuff and everything," she remarked. I nodded, and we were quiet again. "We're going to die here, aren't we?" she asked quietly.

"No," I said firmly. "We're not. Maybe they have the wrong location, or maybe we're way off course or something, but they'll find us eventually. And we have fresh water, and plenty of food, and we're working on shelter. We'll survive." Her eyes scanned the tree line nervously.

"I keep thinking some black fog monster is gonna come and eat us all up," she whispered. "Or a bunch of crazies are gonna come outta there and kill us all."

"You watch too much Lost. Personally, I never got into it. If you ask me, we're in much more of a Gilligan's Island situation here. I mean, just look at all the coconuts!" I replied, and to my relief, she laughed.

We sat quietly for a long time on the beach, watching everyone work across the sand.

"They've moved it fairly far now," Tori said.

"Wait till you see the waterfall," I told her. "It's incredible, it looks like something out of a movie or something." We fell silent again after that. Perhaps an hour or so later, we saw a figure coming across the beach towards us. As it grew closer, we could see that it was Amanda.

"Hey," she said. She was wearing nothing but her silk slip, looking oddly out of place with the rest of us. She sank down into the sand beside Tori, and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking for a long time. "I guess I'm outta shape," she said as she drank. "I just couldn't take anymore."

"I'll take over for you," I said. "You stay here and keep Tori company, ok?" She smiled up at me thankfully, and I rummaged through the flowered suitcase, extracting six bottles of water, and then walking through the sand towards the plane. Frank and Ray were now pulling on the rubber chute, everyone else was pushing. Except of course for Phil. He merely sat in the sand, watching. "I brought you guys some water," I said as I approached.

"Ok, guys, let's take a break," Gerard called, and they grouped around me, each taking a water bottle and sinking down into the sand. I handed the last bottle to Frank, and turned around, to see Phil smiling at me, hand outstretched.

"What?" I asked.

"Didn't you bring some for me?" he asked.

"Well, no," I replied. "I brought water for the people who were helping. All you've done is sit in the sand and watch. I figured you could get your own damn water, you know where it is." Phil glared at me, looking me up and down.I didn't like the look in his eyes, it was almost like they flashed red for a second.

"Excuse me?" he growled, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Gerard and Bob stand up behind me.

"I'm not your maid," I replied.

"I didn't see you up there working," Phil said.

"Angel worked all day yesterday, all night, and all morning. She deserved to sleep some," Gerard said. Phil took a step closer to me, a menacing look on his face, but I didn't back away.

"You'll regret that," Phil said, right in my ear.

"What, are you threatening me?" I asked loudly, and Gerard and Bob took a step closer to him, and now, Frank, Mikey, and Ray were on their feet behind them. Phil threw me one last glare, before turning on his heel, and striding away. I shuddered a little, and then sank down onto the sand beside Charlotte and Zara. "So how's it going?" I asked, as the guys sat beside us as well, drinking their water.

"Pretty good," Ray said, wiping his mouth. "I honestly didn't think we'd be able to budge it an inch, but look! We've already gotten it within sight of the waterfall!"

"Wow," I breathed, now staring at the fresh, cascading water. "So where are we trying to get this thing?"

"Here, I'll show you, we've marked it out," Gerard said, getting to his feet. I got up, and followed him down the beach. Within moments, we came to two suitcases, standing on their ends, on the beach against the trees. "We thought that if we stuck it here, against the trees, then we'd have some shade and a wind break. We'll face the side with the hatch to below out towards the stream, and we'll put the bonfire on the other side, there on the beach." He pointed across the waves. "We'll use the emergency door and the hatch as doors, and use the rubber chute to close off the ends, like curtains. That way, if it's warm, we can pull them back and get a cross breeze through the cabin. We found a wrench, a screwdriver, and a hammer in the stewardess' closet, so we'll take up the seats that... you know, the one's that people died in, and leave them in the woods. Then, we can take up the good seats, and use them. I'll bet we can use them as beds, even if they're not screwed down. If not, I thought we could fill the bottom compartment with sand, and sleep down there."

"Good idea," I said, smiling up at him.

"What are we going to do about Phil?" he asked suddenly, quietly.

"Dig up the gun and shoot him?" I suggested in a whisper. Gerard laughed. "Honestly, I don't know. Tori said something earlier... She said she wanted to 'vote him off the island', maybe we should consider it. But whatever we do, we should probably discuss it with everyone first."

"You're right," he replied, sighing. We stood in silence for a moment. "Well, let's get back to work. Hopefully, we can get this moved by nightfall, and then we can clean it up and get it set up tomorrow." We turned and began working back towards the cabin.

"Aren't we going to look like asses if the search planes show up tonight?" I joked. He looked at me grimly.

"Do you think they will?" he asked.

"No," I replied. Our eyes met, and he took my hand. As if on cue, when we reached the others, we both smiled at them cheerfully.

We worked silently, with only occasional cries of, "Careful!" or "No, more to the right!" and things like that. The cabin and rubber mat slid strangely across the sand, not rolling like I had thought. An hour or so before nightfall, we finally settled the section of plane in it's final resting place, and all stood back to survey our work.It seemed very out of place in the beautiful surroundings, the scarred metal, but it was an accomplishment, and from now on, it was home.

Everyone was exhausted as we made our way back to Tori and Amanda, who were seated at the bonfire. They had made a feast for us, placing the tinfoil wrapped airline meals into holes in the sand at the edge of the bonfire.

"I figured we should eat these before the meat went bad," Tori explained, giving each of us, including Phil, three meals each. We were ravenous, after all the physical exertion. Even I, with my four hour nap, was exhausted. After we ate, we all immediately threw our trash on the bonfire, and curled up for the night on the rubber mat. I stared up at the sky, and the millions and millions of stars. I soon heard Gerard's breathing even out, and I knew he was sound asleep, and completely exhausted. Soon, the sound of snores began to sound from both sides of me.I continued to stare at the stars.

That's when I noticed a strange sound coming from the other side of Gerard, from my comfortable place between him and Zara. Someone was crying, quietly. I sat up, and leaned over Gerard. Mikey was laying on his side, facing away from me, his whole body shaking. As quietly as I could, I got up, and slipped in between Mikey and Frank. Mikey looked startled when he saw me.

"I'm sorry," he sniffed. "I thought everyone was asleep."

"I think everyone else is," I whispered. "What's wrong, Mikey?"

"Alicia probably thinks I'm dead," he cried.

"Who's Alicia?" I asked, gently.

"My wife," he whispered. "We've only been married for three months, and now she probably thinks I'm dead. And my mom too." I sighed, and laid down beside him, wrapping my arms around his thin, shaking frame. He wrapped his arms around me, and put his head on my shoulder. I think he cried himself to sleep. I laid there for a long time after he had fallen asleep on my shoulder, staring up at the stars. He was right. I knew my parents and my brother must think I was dead. I thought about Ann Marie and Laura, they were probably scrambling to get home right about now, or maybe even somewhere among those stars, already on a flight. I must have eventually fallen asleep myself.