Melanie wasn't feeling well, not at all.  Coming to the remnants of the plane's entrance door, she grabbed hold of it's frame, leaned over and vomited.  She continued until she started to dry heave, hoping most of it had landed in the sand so it could be easily covered.  She wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, shaking it to get any bile off.  Disgusting.<br/><br/>"How..."  She took a deep breath, trying not to heave again.  "How many are there?  How many of us are here?"  She shook, stepping through the doorway and into the plane, afraid of what she might find within.