As the smoke continued to fill the interior of the plane, the need to vacate the wreckage became more and more urgent. Up above, Matt was stating to become dizzy, his grip on the seat belts faltering slightly as both Shay and Ben talked him through the process. He had been upside down since the airliner had crashed into the beach, and it was starting to take a toll on his body. He didn't want to die, though, not when he had already made it through the crash and was so close to fresh air that giving up now would have made everything else pointless. Nodding as Ben motioned to the spot on the floor, Matt tightened his grip on the fabric in his hands. “I know,” he replied, trying to keep his cool as Shay urged him on. “Finish cutting me down.”

The heavy metal body of the plane was creaking and popping, and there was a strange sound coming from the back. It was clear that aircraft was about to explode and Matt was ready to get the hell out of there. Soon after, his seat belt was finally sliced apart and the full weight of his body swung free from the seat. It was a hard fall, uncoordinated and far from pleasant. The belt around his wrist had pulled his shoulder uncomfortably close to dislocation, and the blood that had previously been pooling in the top of his skull now swiftly traveled back down. The sensation was nauseating, and Matt reached out to both Ben and Shay to help out of the plane and back onto the beach as quickly as the three of them could move. At the very least, there were other survivors. Someone would be looking for them, help would have to be sent and surely the airline already knew the plane had gone down. 

From the safety of the meeting point, Marcus watched with baited breath and waited for Shay and the others to emerge from the plane. He had witnessed scenes such as this countless times before, and he didn't want to see another one play out before his eyes when all of them were so close to safety. The large man took a deep breath, calming himself further as the man he and Maya had pulled from the wreckage began to call out. Marcus was willing to bet that [i]Lacey[/i] was a [i]Laura[/i], but he didn't have the heart to break it to the man that the lady in his life was dead. 

“You need to lay back down,” Marcus said instead. They would worry about first aid as soon as everyone was safe.

Maya had fallen to the ground as soon as she and Marcus had laid Jack down. The pain in her hip had quickly returned with the realization that she wasn't going to die in the explosion after already enduring the crash. She looked to Jack as he struggled to sit up, and frowned as he fruitlessly called out for a woman. Marcus's response to him wasn't much help and although Maya wasn't sure how to help, she would do her best. “Rest, please,” she asked of the blond man, her hand on his shoulder. She gently pushed him back toward the sandy ground, “you're hurt.” He had no business trying to get up, especially not when it risked more injury.