[During the early day, he managed to find a patch of dry land and decided to camp there, under a tree, but as the day grows older, the land starts to sink, and sink, and eventually, most of it is under water -- and Stiles, not having a raft, is stuck hanging on one of the branches.]
Okay, Stiles, look at it this way - at least there are no sharks. Probably. There are probably no sharks. Or piranhas. Or other flesh-eating Loch Ness monsters, oh my god, there's totally going to be a Loch Ness monster, isn't there. [He grimaces, because wouldn't that just be his luck?? For the love of god he is so done with this world. SO. DONE.]