You don't remember much about the actual crash, just smears of green and blue as the world whipped about you, followed by nothingness. All you remember is waking up here, on the floor of the plane, your body bruised and battered and your head throbbing. You put a hand to your temples and feel blood. Well, if that isn't just the cat's pajamas -- but at least you're alive.
You struggle to your feet, feeling the floor shift unsteadily under your weight, and look around.
3rd place (out of 42) in the 20th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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