• Carrie was climbing a coconut tree, to get more palm fronds, muttering to herself. "I am a nice person, why did this happen to me?" Carrie had been on the island for two years. "The world is changing. Gambino dead. No planes for--" She was cut off by the roar of a engine. She looked up in the sky. A plane! She ran to her fire pit, and lit a fire. The fire wasn't high enough. She looked around. Gasoline! She ran over to it, and picked it up. She poured it on the fire. The plane came down to the island.
    Soon Carrie was in a warm bed, and nice clothes. She was interviewed, and a book was written about her. Until she died, in a car crash, she lived a happy life.