And here I am, hazy eyed with the warm indigo sea lapping at my feet and the burning white sand hugging my figure. The last thing I remember was getting on a plane to go to live it up on holiday. I remember fragmented scenes of horror and fire, I can only imagine the plane crashed. What the hell...this doesn't happen-this happens in painfully long films staring a certain Mr Hanks. After I thought everything through I dragged my fragile torso up so that I was sitting. What a beautiful place to crash. The sea was still and almost silent, I was washed up on the fine white sand that scorched my skin and behind he was a tropical looking rainforest type-thing. While scanning my surrounding I spotted a blurred figure in the distance. It was coming closer to me. After squinting i could just about make out it was a man. Tall thin and gangly whaling through the sand. It doesn't look like he's seen me. As he comes into focus a little more I can see that-no, it can't be, you've got to be kidding me. Suddenly my drowsy ness faded and I leaped up and began bounding to wards the man. I can see the shock spread across his face but before I let his talk I blurt out "oh my god, you're David Tennant, I am stranded on a beach with David Tennant"."Yes I suppose you are" he sad with his thick Scottish accent, a smile almost present on his face, if not for his pure confusion. "How did this happen? Where are we?" He questioned. "I don't know I've just woken up myself, have your seen anyone else?"I added. "No I've been wandering around for 20 minuets and your the first person I've seen" "this is ridiculous, do you remember anything from the crash?" I asked. "Not really". We were silent for a second as the horror flooded back to us. "I wonder if we're the only two that made it" he said with a solemn look on his thought pulsed around both of our heads for a while. I snapped myself out of this state and introduced myself. If not a little dazzled looking he politely said "nice to meet you".