In the ruins of a coconut plantation on a deserted tropical island, a nerdy-looking girl sat wearing glasses and ripped, torn clothes. She scratched her dark, magenta-striped hair.
On the beach in front of her, a row of three signal fires burned. She doubted anyone but herself would ever see them.
She looked up at the night sky. Another meteoroid entered the atmosphere, burning a glowing trail across the heavens.
She sang, "Can we pretend that shooting stars...in the night sky...are AEROPLANES? Cause I could really use a RESCUE now. I could really use a RESCUE now."
She heard birdsong from a nearby tree. The girl picked up a rock and threw it. A moment later, a bird fell to the sand.
She bent over it, studying its blue plumage. "Huh. What's a Cyanocitta cristata doing here?" She shrugged. "At least it's something I can eat that isn't another coconut."