Okay… I have some good news and bad news.
Good news, I found myself an axe.
Bad new, the stewardess is dead.
Now before you freak out, no I did not – I stress DID NOT – kill the stewardess. The best I can come up with is the emergency axe came loose during the flight and lodged itself in her chest.
I guess I won’t be axing her what happened…
Too soon? Yeah… too soon…
Anyways, I looked around the crash site in hopes that maybe my son was wandering around but it appears my worst fears have come true.
Nudists have taken my child.
Asides from my worst fears being realized I broken open some of the suitcases laying about and found supplies. Cloth, snack bars, alcohol, and money. If I was in Vegas I’d be having a blast right now.
Oh, and note to future self – if you ever go on a plane again don’t pack freaking tennis balls. They are useless!