They hadn't been rescued yet. What did that mean? Was anyone even looking? What if they were stuck here? What if she never made it home? Such dark thoughts kept her company through the long and cold and now very dark night. She was used to long nights, yes, but not ones where she was stuck on some island somewhere with no sign of civilization. Instead of sleeping, which there looked to be no hope of for her with the loudest thunder she had ever heard, Mandie took to walking. Looking. Watching.
Most tried their best to sleep. Others took to staring blankly at the broken plane, still caught between terror and disbelief. She didn't stop for them. They weren't her concern. But a terrified scream came from her left and she turned towards it, seeing a man huddled in the dark, on his own. Clearly in some kind of panic. "Hello." She called out to him, approaching slowly and then stopping as her eyes continued to adjust and see him clearly.