Tony {On the Island)<br/><br/>Tony woke up early that morning ready for the day, just as he did two years earlier. The only difference now was, he was laying on a bed made from the remains of a raft on a deserted island. It was a long way from his downtown loft in the middle of the city, but it could be worse he often reminded himself - he could be dead. It wasn't much to go on, but each day he had to find new reasons to keep going.<br/><br/>After getting up, he made some adjustments to the roof on the hut he built for himself, and headed out for a swim in the lagoon. When he got there, he removed his remaining pair of tattered shorts and dove in - enjoying the cool waters, as he forgot about the endless days on the island, and enjoyed the beauty of his surroundings.