The six friends find themselves sprawled out amidst assorted wreckage in a burnt out patch of jungle.
"What..." Frankie panted, sitting up in his detached seat, "What the hell was that?"
"Plane crash," said Joey mutedly.
"I KNOW that, Jesus..."
"I think he means HOW did the plane crash," grumbled Lucas, "Which is a good question."
"You guys saw that lightning strike, right?" asked Nick, getting to his feet, "Sheared one of the wings right off."
"Oh God..." Joey buried his face in his hands, "I...I can't believe it. I knew we shouldn't have gone..."
"Here we go..." muttered Frankie.
"Could you stop?" barked Mike shortly, "I'm trying to think."
"There has to be some way we can, like, signal for help, right?" asked Joey, "A...a bonfire, or..."
"No fires!" yelped Ben, "I mean...the storm may not be over yet."
"But..." Joey bit his lip, "There has to be SOMETHING."
The group's anxious arguing is interrupted by a groan of pain from...