Ami was standing in the turquoise water, letting the waves break against her legs, when the storm rolled in. Seeing the thick, dark clouds, she quickly ran up to the beach and towards the huts, sand kicking up from her bare feet. Her hair was being held in two groups using a thin vine, each group falling over her shoulders, covering her barely covered chest. All that was left of the white v-neck t-shirt she had been wearing was the top half, her torso exposed to the elements. Her tanned legs stemmed from a cut off pair of jeans that hit on her upper thigh. Her skin was held taught against the bones of her rib cage, she had lost some weight in the three years since the wreck.<br/><br/>Running into the woods, Ami went blindly. Her feet knew where she was going, nothing would distract them. Fat drops of rain began to hit her face, feeling like bullets against her skin. She squinted her eyes and kept running. A loud crash in the distance caught her attention. As she reached the shelters, she saw Aden running off.<em>What the hell...</em>Ami thought, running through their little camp and towards the sound, following far behind Aden. She knew the sound had come from the river, but what on Earth was it. As she approached closer to the scene, she saw Emily hiding, peeking from behind a tree. It had been a long time since she had seen a plane, and her feet slowly came to a stop. She stood in the open, but away from the plane, giving her a chance to run if she had to. She noticed Aden looking in and felt a strong urge to join her at the window, but resisted. Better safe than sorry.