Thomas felt water against his arm. It was cold, and some was on his clothes too. He didn't hear anything, except for the sound of water. Thomas opened his eyes to the bright sun, making him squint his eyes. He looked around without sitting up, and noticed that he was floating in the sea on some luggage. [i]Shit,[/i] he thought, [i]the plane really did crash.[/i] Thomas felt for his kippah, letting out a sigh of relief when he felt it, although it was slightly damp.

Thomas slid off of the luggage he was on, and grabbed some to help him stay afloat. He looked around. He could see the plane on an island in the distance, and there was a piece of metal not too far away from him. He swam over to it - continuing to use the luggage as a floating aid - and climbed onto it. It was warm, but the water was cooling it, so it was fine to be on. He looked away from the island, and saw that there was a body. He didn't know if they were alive or not, but it was worth a shot.

"Hey!" he called, waving his arms about, "Are you okay!?"

Thomas didn't know if his efforts to contact the person were futile. Even if they were alive, they might not be able to hear him. After a minute or two, Thomas decided to sit down again, and see if he could spot his luggage.