"Where am I? Why dose my head hurt so much? What? Where is my daughter?" I stared to look around I found the plane, people with wounds, and people crying because they lost some one they love. I got up and started to look for my daughter. I looked in the plane and didn't see her. I started to ask people if they have seen her. No one had seen her. I am getting really worried I hope she is ok. I wish that my wife was still here. Why did she have to die in that car crash. At these times I miss her a lot. I checked my phone and saw that my daughter texted me "Where are you dad?" She just might be alive. Please be ok. I texed back "I am by the plane. Where are you?" I hope that she will text back and is ok. She is probably all by herself. She might be cold, scared, alone, and worried. I better get stared on making my own shelter. With what ever I can find that is left over or see of someone has a axe so I can cut down a tree. When I finally finished it was getting dark. I went to sleep in my little shack that I made. I stared to walk in the forest on the island and found my daughter dead. I walk up and stared to scream as loud as I could "EMILY! Where are you?" I hope that it was just a dream not for real. But then realized It was early in the morning. I hope she didn't hear what I yelled. I am hungry better go fishing and make breakfast. And find out where my daughter is today. Or at least see what is in that forests today.