"No!" he shouted, bolting upright in bed.
"What's wrong?" his wife, Marta, yawned, turning over to look at him oddly.
"N-nothing," he spluttered, blinking quickly to avoid the tears. He couldn't bear the thought of telling her what happened, much less the thought of…too late. The thoughts of his children trickled into his head, and he began to see them fighting among the others that they played with every day…fighting on an island…striving for survival…would they be lucky enough to be among the rescued, as he was?
What frightened him the most was that his own father had forgotten him and abandoned him on the island…would he do the same?
