Bella felt like a truck had hit her, or at least that was the phrase her mom had always used. Every inch of her ached and there was a steady throbbing coming from her head. The sound of seagulls drew her from her slumber. But had she really been sleeping? As she opened her eyes, she groaned against the blinding light. It made her head hurt even worse.

"Oh, thank god!" The light went away and a face came into focus. It was Edward, or whom she assumed to be Edward, based on the hair and eyes. Half of his face was purple and his nose looked broken. "How are you feeling?"

"Did you get the license plate?" She surprised herself with how hoarse her voice sounded.

"The what?"

"Of the truck who hit me." His guffaw was abrupt, but followed with a full laugh.

"I wasn't expecting dad jokes when you woke up." He winced as he smiled. His face must've really hurt.

"Actually a mom joke." She groaned as he helped her sit upright. To her surprise, she found they were on a raft and Jim was with them. He remained quiet. He didn't look quite as battered as Edward. She took in her surroundings. The raft was bright yellow with a canopy across half of it. James was under the canopy, picking at his nails with a matching yellow knife. Beyond the two men, one of her duffels was on the raft. "Where's the pilot?"

"Idiot didn't make it." Both she and Edward turned to glare at Jim at the same time. "What?! He should've known better than to take us out in those conditions."

"Why did the plane crash? I thought we'd made it through the worst of the storm." Jim took to being quiet again, glaring vaguely at them while Edward explained. A bolt of lightning had hit the small plane, taking out a wing, before it split in half on the way down. Edward saved her and managed to grab the raft. Although he said it far more politely than she would have, it sounded like he had saved a floundering Jim as well. Jim had thought saving his bag was more important than surviving, apparently.

"So, what's in the duffel? Edward wouldn't let us open it till you were awake." Jim's anger seeped into his words. "You know I'm the oldest one here." She ignored his grown man tantrum and pulled her bag to her. One duffel had been mainly clothes, but the other was full of books and food her mother had been craving. It was with a sigh of relief that she saw it was the duffel with food.

"Snickers anyone?"

Blessedly, it started raining that evening. The raft had a cover for catching water they could drink from. Edward said he'd forced some water down while she was out. It felt like it'd been far more than two days since the crash. Lights came on as the sky darkened. The raft had a solar powered interior light and exterior strobe light for visibility.

Bella had trouble sleeping. Now that things had settled down and her head wasn't throbbing, she had time to think. What must her parents be thinking? Did they think she was dead? Although she didn't remember the actual crash, she remembered the pilot and him saying they were headed south. How far south had they traveled? Had he gotten ahold of someone over the radio? Did he have someone waiting for him too?

The thought sobered her. There was still a chance they'd be found, but the pilot, he was at the bottom of the Atlantic by now. She hadn't even caught his name.