Little did I know that at that exact same time, another unfortunate person was in a similar situation to myself. Her name, I later learnt, was Ellie Melbourne. She too, was a bit of a loser. No boyfriend, no husband, no real aquaintances. All she had was her little pusy cat, Boots. She awakened slowly and after several minutes of attempting to pull the blanket over her head she realized there wasn't one coming. Pulling herself awkwardly up, she found that there was little chance of a blanket. She was on a raft, floating on an ocean that went forever. Bugger.

At first she paniced and fretted madly for several minutes while she racked her brain for any clue as to just how she ended up in the middle of nowhere (give or take a few kilometres). Once she calmed herself down, she quickly checked her surroundings for obtrusive and otherwise un-wanted objects, e.g. sharks, giant squid, man-eating birds, large and fast-approaching ships etc. Once she was sure that none of the aforementioned things were about to appear, she settled down a bit onto the raft.

Several hours later she awakened - not realizing she had ever drifted to sleep. Once again, she paniced for several minutes and tried to hide herself between the logs on the raft, which proved to be an impossible and slightly-painful task. Giving up on that, she settled down and once again glanced around the horizon. Still no sharks, giant squid, gorillas, ships, ufo's, unexpected flying toothpicks....just a big strange island floating a few miles away. Oh $@£!