Still groggy and shaky on his legs, the normally prideful Michael gladly accepted help in walking away from the wreckage, and into the water. With two people supporting him, he was able to concentrate more on clearing the cobwebs from his head. Still a little shaky, he turned to his former pilot turned rescuer, and did pretty much the only thing a man can do in a situation like this.<br/><br/>Crack a joke.<br/><br/>"So, do you think this will count towards my frequent flier miles?"<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he turned towards the other rescuer.<br/><br/>...."Did we crash into Heaven?"<br/><br/>A noise, barely discernible as a voice, brought his attention towards the shore they were headed towards the shore to see another woman inquiring as to their collective health.<br/><br/>"We must have."