Malcolm didn't see, or<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>anything for some time. The next sensation he felt was the washing of the ocean tide, which seemed gentle at the time. When his eyes finally opened the world seemed sideways, which was likely a result of disorientation and waking up on his side. For a moment, the surreal feeling left Malcolm unaware of the reality, but that only lasted for a moment before panic set in. Memories poured into his head like a waterfall of the plane crash, it seemed like it couldn't possibly be real, but Malcolm was sure he wasn't dreaming it.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay, okay, asses yourself, Malcolm." Malcolm was talking aloud, it was an exercise used to keep a hold of yourself in times of stress. At least, that's what Dante had told him. That, and if anyone else was around, being vocal was what was best, to find other survivors. "Assessment is always the first thing you do after a disaster." Malcolm desired to scatter to his feet, especially with his body still on the shore. Considering he'd washed up on the shore, he figured that the sea wouldn't pull him in, but he wasn't willing to take any chances.<br/><br/>Malcolm slowly brought his arms up, taking deep breaths and mumbling instructions to himself. "My arms can move... my arms aren't broken, okay, good start." Malcolm assured himself. He slowly brought his torso up so that he was in a sitting position, everything was seeming to be intact. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was able to confirm that his legs were just fine. Malcolm wasted no time making some more distance on shore, the sight of the plane wreck still existed. "Hello?" Malcolm yelled out, to nobody in particular. Several daunting thoughts crossed Malcolm's mind.<br/><br/>What if no one else survived? What if no one was coming to find them? More importantly, Malcolm wondered, was there anything left in the wreck? Would it be even relatively worth the swim?