And senior he was. Oscar was leaning against the outer husk of the downed airplane, smoking a cigarette and looking thoughtfully into the dense jungles. Nobody had really 'known' how dangerous cigarettes were until recent years, say 20 years ago at least, and Oscar was more than a bit alarmed to hear the news. He had picked up smoking some time during the second World War, and it had just stuck with him. Funny; He had been smoking for more than 60 years, on again and off again, and still couldn't muster the strength or courage to quit. He supposed the carbon dioxide just helped him relax... Just like people breathing into paper bags to calm down a bit. It hadn't killed him yet; After smoking for so long, Oscar hypothesized that it wouldn't.<br/><br/><br/>"Relax, kid," Oscar said to J.D., who was perched over a pile of his own vomit as if he meant to do pushups over it. "It hurts, I know. To lose so many good lives in such a sudden and violent moment. We'll all get over it... Though at the expense of our own humanity," Oscar said philosophically, tipping ashes off of the end of his cigarette. He could guess what had gotten JD's stomach so upset... If it wasn't the fucking airplane crash they had just suffered. Oscar had seen the deaths of countless people, could remember every pint of blood he had ever seen spilled... He was more than a little desensitized. But JD was about 12 decades, not years but<em>decades</em>younger than Oscar, and had presumably seen much less violence and bloodshed in his time. When Oscar had seen those Sioux villagers massacred at Wounded Knee... He had retched too. He even could remember what it smelled like, way back in 1892.<br/><br/>"I don't think we have any shovels on board... But we might have to bury the bodies if we're not picked up by the end of the day. In this humidity, the rot's going to come quick, and god knows what else. Predators, insects of all varieties." He looked over to Janet... He wanted to ask her if Jane could come out and play again, but he figured he had no legs to stand on. Janet may be raunchy, crude and sometimes a little mean, but Oscar probably would just sound insensitive if he asked her to go away. Her personality did grate on him though, so he hoped that she would soon make the change.<br/><br/>"So... We all saw the red glow coming from this very jungle before we crashed. I'm hazarding a guess, right now, that it had something to do with our current predicament. What do you all think it means?" He asked, taking one last drag on his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, stomping it out in the mud with his boots... How much harm was one butt going to do in the Amazon rainforest? Assuming that's where they were...