, then reached out to help

hat she didn't die from the hu

to save her,

nd kicked my feet hard to propel myself out of the drowned cabin. I

waves and roaring sea wind, and my e

of floating debris. I placed the urn carefully on

gun! Wher

y the plane was split into two. One half where I was in was sin

air appear out of the water as she g

e am I?" she shouted, d

n't answer, because I had just noticed

"Here! Come hold o

the sound of my voice. I recognized o

shout as loud as I could to be

ciously. Maybe they were drawn to me b

the four of us were gathered

ike to have someone else to r

n Becker, and I am a veteran. You should all introduce your

what just happened. This is so horrible!" Tracey was crying and thr

vel bag and was quite beautiful. "My name is Anya Swain. I'm an intern.

answer to

olding onto was mine. At least that was

see that she looked a little embarrassed. "My nam

see anyone else alive. "If we want to

ted to still be alive when the rescue team c

er there! Let's swim t

just see the distant land. My heart quickened in exc

limbs. By the time we got close

ow the waves, and we could half-sw

olden beach c

ee lovely wome

orned with rivets in a punk style. Her coat was filled with bright doodles. H

ying to help the unconscious woman. Her back was slim and her long hair had been tangled into a twi

he seemed to be about thirty years old. Her white dress was soaked and grains of s

wards the beach and began to