Gwen's attempts at opening the cabin door met with disappointment as several passengers and cabin crew dove on top of her and restrained her. It was these same people who probably saved her life as the aircraft impacted with the ocean. Those covering her acted as a sort of meat shield and protective 'people womb' as they were flung in a variety of directions and off various surfaces.<br/><br/>As the aircraft's forward momentum was finally halted, Gwen gathered her senses as best she could and tried to wriggle away from the remaining restrainers. It was like struggling against a dead weight as in fact the majority of people who had stopped her from opening the door were just that or very close to it. The elements hit her face as the emergency exit was opened and she heard the inflation of the life raft. The next few moments went by in a haze as she was helped onto the raft and away from the doomed aircraft.<br/><br/>Gwen had made it, she was inexplicably one of the lucky survivors of flight 2088. She felt numb. Her mind was filled with the images of those dead people covering her. Their lifeless eyes stared accusingly back at her. Gwen started to shake violently and cry uncontrollable as she started to go into shock. All she had were the clothes on her back, which weren't exactly all weather gear. Her knee length skirt and suit jacket certainly made her look the part in conference rooms, not so much in the Atlantic.