Stranded RP **ONLY 2 SPOTS LEFT**

Bonnie sat on the west side of the island's shore, a wounded toddler resting on her lap. The flight attendant could have sworn she had heard Peter's voice coming from somewhere, giving her a sense of hope that they may be able to make it out of the remote strip of land alive. But for now, she relaxed in the sand, watching the waves flow in and out to shore, bringing with them pieces of the A330's vertical stabilizer and the scent of kerosene.
The boy stirred in his sleep, groaning slightly while he raised his scarred arm.
 

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