The last thing I remember is looking into his eyes. Those blue, blue eyes that could make me feel calm and alive all at the same time. Something was different, he was sad. He told me that he'd see me soon, that I'd understand once I had woken up. He kissed my forehead and stared at me for the longest time. Then, he left the room.

I went to sleep believing in him. Just like I did before all of this, I always believed in him. I think I still do.

When my lids finally cracked open, I felt...numb. I could see the nurses scuttling about, telling doctors that I was awake. They crowded me like white coated ants, taking blood pressure, asking me questions. Showing me pictures of horrible things. And I felt..nothing.

But, I remembered those eyes. I'll never forget them.

"Tell me I'm yours."

"You. Are. Mine."

My necklace was gone when I woke up. I guess I'm nobody's now.

So, now here I sit next to this useless hunk of metal that was supposed to get us to our location. The useless hunk of metal that held all of our supplies. Gone, in the matter of a few minutes after the crash. Guns, ammo, rations. Lost.

That Q-tip headed jackass pulled me out, apparently. Lucky I had my pack strapped on or I'd have nothing. While he was climbing trees and doing fuck all, I was making a mental tally of what I still had. A hand ax. A few knives. Some MREs. Compass. Basic shit. And this notebook I'm writing in now.

He's asleep now. Snoring, mumbling something. Can't tell what. Probably mumbling about Vegemite and Crocodile Dundee. I spent the last half hour hovering over him with my knife. He's got a pack as well. If I took it, well...I'd have double the equipment, wouldn't I?

But I sat there and just...couldn't. Physically couldn't. Oh, trust me I wanted to. If only to shut him up from calling me Princess, Blondie, BABYCHEEKS?? My name is Kiley, asshole. Remember it or I'll carve it on your smug face.

Fuck it. I'm going to sleep. That asshole can take watch.