Mary Ann plodded through the woods, hoping she'd reach the other side of the island soon. Surely she could find an out-of-the-way cave to live out the rest of her days in. After all, she was carrying everything she needed and the Professor had inadvertently taught her which plants were safe to eat.

All she needed was to be away from people, especially Ginger. She loved the movie star like a sister, but every time she looked at her roommate she got a sick, aching feeling because of Ginger's luck. She still got chills thinking about the conversation over breakfast that morning. Four years ago she would have rejoiced in that conversation, because that was before she'd been ruined. In looking around that table, she saw six faces of success, and one of failure. Hers.

Up until now Mary Ann had been able to manage the pain, but it had just completely flooded her that morning. So directly after breakfast she'd packed and slipped away unnoticed. Emptiness was the only evidence of her escape, for she hadn't even left a note. Hopefully they wouldn't come looking for her, or if they did she'd be hidden well enough so they wouldn't find her.

She wouldn't have left that morning if she'd been with a different group of people, if they weren't all so amazing, each in their own way. The Professor was smarter than a flock of Einsteins. The Howells were richer than J.P. Morgan and Andrew Carnegie combined. The Skipper knew virtually everything about the sea, and Gilligan was not only right on his heels in that respect, but the first mate was also the person who held everyone else together. Then there was Ginger. Well, she wasn't only beautiful, but talented. And it all hurt.

Because once I was spectacular…