"I don't believe this!" Taylor shrieked and stomped out of the tent she shared not only the girls but now the boys as well.

"Now what?" Daley placed the fruit that she and Nathan had gathered in the heavy jungle of tropical plant life that surrender their camping area.

"It's Taylor." Nathan strolled next to the redhead and shrugged his broad shoulders, "Can't see where it could be something of importance."

"Whatever it is we are about to find out." Daley watched as the slender girl made her way to where they stood.

"Daley what are you going to do about this?" Taylor held up her sleeping bag.

"About what?" Daley blinked at the blonde.

Taylor had the odd idea that everyone should know what she was talking about with out actually pointing anything out.

"This!" Taylor shook the sleeping bag in front of her friend as though that would make anyone understand her clearer.

Daley shook her head and looked over at Nathan for help.

"Well…um." Nathan shook his head, "Not a clue."

"What!"

"Seriously Taylor. We don't see what the problem is."

"Well duh! It isn't a problem you can see!" Taylor rolled her huge blue eyes.

"Ah, that would be the reason we don't see it!" Nathan folded his arms in front of him.

"Go figure." Daley felt the corner of her lips turning upward.

"It smells!" Taylor watched both of their face expression. What is wrong with these people! She is stuck at a beautiful island with the foulest companions in the world!

"Isn't that your sleeping bag?" Daley asked.

"Yes."

"Well then the smell is your problem." Daley said slowly.

"My problem?" Taylor blinked and pointed to the tent. "No you see this material wouldn't stink if it wasn't in that…that fowl air contraption!"

"Yeah well…it is still your sleeping blanket and it is your problem."

"I can't sleep in this!" Taylor wrinkled her nose.

"Well then I guess you have a problem, don't you."

"No. No, see I do not have a problem because you are going to solve it. I mean that is why you are here, right?"

"No. I am here because the plane we were traveling in crashed." Daley rolled her eyes.

"I know that." Taylor looked over at Nathan. "But the tent now stinks because of all these sewer smelling bags!"

"I don't think it's that bad." Nathan grinned until Taylor waived her sleeping blanket under his nose. "Whoa, that's bad."

"Exactly! That is my point. I make a purpose to air my bag out every day." Taylor glared at her two friends. "But other people that I am forced to share a sleeping space with do not share the same consideration."

"What do you want?" Daley asked.

"I want air fresheners and I want shampoo for my hair with conditioner! I want sand to stay out of my shorts, I want someone to poke Eric in the eyes so he would stop spying on me, I want the salt water out of the sea, I want a damn donut," Taylor sniffled, "and I want to go home! But that isn't going to happen, is it?"

Daley and Nathan exchanged glances noticing the indicial frowns on each other's face.

"No I didn't think so. So instead I want you to make it a rule that everyone air out their blankets!"

Slowly Daley turned her attention to the blonde. "We will and we will go home." She nodded her head as though that would make everything true.

"It just takes time." Nathan placed his hand on Taylor's arm to reassure the young girl. "They have search planes out now and boats!"

"A lot of boats." Daley nodded her head again.

"Spot lights all over the place." Nathan licked the bottom of his lip. "Radios, search planes, boats, they are doing everything they can to find us and they will find us, Taylor. They will."

"How do you know that?" Eric came up from behind them and held up his hand. "No. No. You two always want to think rational and be prepared for the worse, so let us now speak of our situation openly and honestly."

Nathan snorted at the word "honestly". The world sounded cold and fictional coming out of Eric's mouth.

Eric glanced at the two who appointed themselves as leaders. "Let me ask my question again. How do you know? How do you know that they haven't found some piece of scrape from the plane out there in the ocean and already assume us to be dead? How do you know there are search planes out there, because frankly, I have not spotted one. Boats?" Eric spread his arm towards the ocean surrounding them. "Where? I see nothing but the sea. Nothing above us and nothing rummage around out in the sea. Not one boat, no planes and do my ears deceive me?" Eric wrapped a hand around his left ear. " I hear no radio."

He took a moment to look at each face. It wasn't every day that Eric stunned the group with words, actions yes but not words.

"As we speak, our families could be standing at empty graves with our names engraved in marble. So tell me Daley, Nathan . How do you know?" He folded his arms before him, waiting for their clever answers. Answers he knew would never come. You can't answer something you don't know and being cut off from the world they once knew lead them to know nothing.

"We have to keep hope." Melissa came up to the group. "That's all we have. Each other and hope."

"Which is pathetic in it self." Jackson smirked. "We fight on what to agree on, leading us not agreeing with anything and hope…well it doesn't seem to want to play in the cards we have been handed."

"I don't want to play either." Taylor pouted.

"Nor do any of us." Daley blinked. "But never-the-less, here we are and here we will be until help does come for us. Whether it be this afternoon are months to come. This is what we have, this is who we have and we will surive."

"I'm not too sure." Eric sighed.

"And why not? We have means of making water, we have food. Lex works on the radio and keeping us sane. We can do this." Daley looked at the members of the island.

"For how long?" Eric whispered.