After sitting down for a few hours pondering my existence, I've decided to go ahead and take that swim. If I am to survive I need shelter. There is nothing here on this tiny island. I must move on. I swim to the nearest island.

It is just as barren as the island I came from. There is nothing here either except grass. I have to find food and water! I must swim to the next island.

This one has sand and more barren dirt with scattered grass. I am getting rather tired at this point. Afterall, I'm in decent shape but I've never swam this much in my life. In the distance I can see the largest island yet. Maybe it has something more than grass!

I am utterly tired and spent. I get to the island and there is nothing here but a few flowers and grass. I collapse from exhaustion and just lay there staring into the sky.

I wonder if my wife and kids know I am gone? I still don't know why I am here, or even how I got here. The last thing I remember is that I was on the highway in my car going to work on a normal morning. Someone pulls out in front of me while I am doing 60MPH and that is the last thing I remember. I take a nap as the memories of my life go past in my mind.


I wake up a couple hours later and the sun is starting to go down. At least I won't freeze here, it's too warm.