We still had to chop wood, to keep the fire going. For about a week, until we had all the wood we could muster.

After a week, the fire was no longer beautiful. It was bright, and hot. Adrian learned the important lesson of fire burns up.

“I don’t think we’ll ever be found!” Drew moped one night.

Arielle whacked him. “Shut up, the bloody pessimist! I’m trying to listen!”

“For what? The Rescuers?”

Funny that Drew said that, because at that moment we heard a blare. A chopping sound that we could only associate with one thing: helicopter.

“No…”

“It can’t be…”

But, it was. A helicopter. And it was getting closer.

I looked at the fire. It was beautiful again.

The helicopter was obviously landing on our island. I started crying and laughing at the same time. Drew picked me up and kissed me on the lips. Adrian and Arielle were hugging each other tightly, jumping up and down. Victoria and Liz were screaming and dancing. The only one that didn’t do anything was Cory.

But, he would be fine soon. He was going home.

We were all going home.

Samantha was going home.