Contemplation....what to do?...How would they survive if they were stuck here?  So many questions, concerns, worries all ran through her mind.  Lizzie was a woman who always had to have three or four contingency plans in place for this sort of thing.  She liked to have a back up plan but she couldn't see anyway out of this mess.<br/><br/>She had spent a good few hours just staring out to sea, thinking.  She had always found the sea a comfort.  But now it was a threat, the enemy.  She wanted to scream at it, to tell it it had ruined her life.  The lives of her friends.  How would they survive here alone?<br/><br/>The beach seemed to go on for a way, sweeping round a long arc of a corner, so with nothing better to do Lizzie decided to follow it, to see where it went too.  She could always follow it back to this point.  Lets face it she wasn't about to get lost, after all it was just them on the island, and she was sure it wasn't that big, they would have to explore it.  But for now she headed down the beach, kicking the sand and planning what to do.  They would need to see what fruit grew here, if there were any dangerous creatures.  At least the weather would hold out, the vegetation seemed tropical and they had made their way towards warmer climes.<br/><br/>Hopefully they would still get rescued, that was the one strand of hope she was clinging too.  She wasn't letting herself think what would happen if they weren't....she couldn't bring herself to even think that right now...<br/>