text: > Look around
  Cramped, but conveniently private. There's a plastic hole for a toilet and a shiny mirror on the wall, possibly also made of plastic. It looks like someone left their gross old baseball cap in here.
  
  The book lies open, its golden pages rippling regardless of the movement of the air.
  
  > put the book in the bag
  (first taking the book)
  You close and latch the book as you pick it up.
  
  You put the book into your bag.
  
  > Close bag
  You close your bag.
  
  > Go outside
  Wow. The plane must have come all the way down, while you were... in there.
  
  You stumble, walking on the tilted floor. It's eerily quiet in here. Everything seems abandoned, or torn apart. People's overhead luggage is spilled all over the floor. Further down the aisle, the floor dips below the waterline. You shudder. Everyone must have evacuated, you tell yourself.
  
  An open emergency exit beckons you to the outdoors.
  
  > go outside
  The plane looms next to you, a huge monolith of white metal, half-sunk beneath the placid waves. The yellow escape slide is still inflated, but it seems that everyone who got out is gone, now. There's a raft of suitcases(?) in the distance. The endless ocean stretches out in all directions. Standing here, in the salty sea air, something inside your strange body feels drawn to the cold sea.
  
  A yellow life raft floats here in the sunny water.
  
  > examine the sea
  The calm waters ripple placidly.
  
  > examine raft
  A yellow inflatable life raft, with a little embedded compass and a waterproof light. There's a stout yellow paddle lying in the raft, with which (presumably) it can be maneuvered around.
  
  In the life raft is a paddle.
  
  > Oops paddle
  A sturdy plastic paddle.
  
  > enter the raft
  You grab the yellow plastic oar as you step into the raft.
  
  You get into the life raft.
  
  > go northwest
  Open Water (in the life raft)
  You are in the open water. Bright sun shines on your face. The tall metal pillar of the wrecked plane looms to the southeast.
  
  > Go northwest
  Striking out into the open water is a dangerous proposition. You fear that you would quickly lose sight of the crash—and die.
  
  > open the bag
  You open your bag, revealing the book and a fez cap.
  
  > open the book
  Delicately, you open the silver clasp, and the book springs open. Its rippling golden pages seem to shimmer, regardless of the light.
  
  You open the book.
  
  The sky seems, somehow, to darken. Not imperceptibly.
  
  > enter the book
  You push your head against the page—you pass through, as if it
  wasn't
  there, and tumble through into the void...
  ##
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  The book floats here, open, its pages shimmering in nonexistent light, beckoning you to return to the world.
  
  Far away, northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > press the space
  bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.As you emerge into the void, you are suddenly faced with the long face of a green serpent, barreling towards you with its eyes ablaze. You
  must think fast.
  
  > enter the book
  The serpent follows you, rabid.
  
  You push your head against the page—you pass through, as if it
  wasn't
  there, and tumble through...
  
  You emerge into the cold water, slightly disoriented.
  The serpent lunges behind you, and you feel its hot breath on your heels even as you emerge into the water. You hear its screeching, but when you dare to look back, the thing is lying dead—or nearly dead.
  
  You are in the open water. The shade of dark clouds seems to give you respite from the hot sun. The tall metal pillar of the wrecked plane looms to the southeast.
  
  The book lies open, its golden pages rippling regardless of the movement of the air.
  
  The huge serpent floats here, gasping, ineffectually snapping its slimy fangs. Apparently, the thing can't breathe outside the aether of the void. It seems like it's suffocating. Its head is far away, out of reach to nothing. You're lucky you survived.
  
  A yellow life raft floats here, placid on the black water.
  
  Gray clouds are gathering.
  
  > enter the raft
  You already have that.
  
  You grab the yellow plastic oar as you step into the raft.
  
  You get into the life raft.
  
  Lightning flashes in the sky.
  
  > look at the serpent
  (the serpent's tail)
  A long rope of shining scales, leading you up, up along the long, long body of the serpent, to its irresistible face. Its eyes.
  
  You hear a crash of thunder, and rain begins to fall.
  
  > examine the eyes
  The serpent's beady red burning eyes shine like flame, like a sun consumed. They seem fixed on you. You long to reach out, to touch them. It is a primordial longing.
  
  The rain strengthens into a torrent, soaking you cold to the bone. The freezing water might be forcing tears from your eyes—you can't even tell.
  
  > get the eyes
  Those seem to be a part of the serpent's head.
  
  You shiver under the onslaught of raindrops that blast your skull like tiny bullets.
  
  > touch eyes
  As your hands connect to the awful, burning eyes, you feel a searing, as your half-rotted fleh melts into the eternal fire. This time, it hurts. It hurts awfully, terribly, a hadean pain that you cannot seem to banish—
  
  but when you pull away, your hands glow like embers. Spiritual lights, that may guide you yet. Whither, you do not know.
  
  The rain comes down in torrents.
  
  You spot something bright green, floating in the water. It's hard to tell quite what it is.
  
  > get green
  Which do you mean, the 1) pen light, 2) the serpent's tail, 3) the long body of the serpent, 4) the long body of the serpent, or 5) the serpent's head?
  
  > get the pen light
  Huh, it's an old pen llight thingy. It doesn't look rusted or anything, so it must've just been dropped here—maybe jetsam from the plane.
  
  Taken.
  
  Rain pounds down on you.
  
  > examine the light
  Hanging off of an old key ring, it's a scuffed-up looking pen light, like you might use to look at somebody's tonsils, or whatever. You're actually not sure why people carry these. It's pretty bright green, so it probably has It doesn't seem to turn on, but maybe it just needs to dry out.
  
  The pen light is currently switched off.
  
  The rain comes down in torrents.
  
  > examine the head
  A huge, scaly head, its nostrils flared. Strange light glimmers from its green scales. Its eyes, even in death, blaze with the fire of an alien sun.
  
  You shiver under the onslaught of raindrops that blast your skull like tiny bullets.