"You're alive. Thank God. You're alive." She breathed.

"Course I am, or do you usual' go round m'lesting corpses?" Santana's voice was weak, but the sarcasm and irritation came through loud and clear. Rachel sobbed. Santana's eyes opened and she turned slowly to look at the smaller girl. "Look like hell." Rachel just nodded, too relieved to speak. "Wha' happened?"

"We crashed. You're hurt!" Rachel felt stupid once she pointed out the obvious. Santana snorted, and then moaned.

"No shit. I wonder'd why I felt like I was run o'er by a bus. Fuckin' plane crashed. Guess you're right, Berry. S'where's everyone else?" Her voice was sounding stronger with every sentence. Rachel looked around at her last question.

"Noah," her voice hitched, "is unconscious, with a nasty head injury. I don't... I haven't had time to look for the rest of the plane." Rachel ventured to the very back of the tail, where the luggage had been stored. It was still there. Thank God for small mercies, she thought. She grabbed her suitcase and the small first aid kit, pulling it back to where the injured girl lay.

She sat on the ground by Santana's feet, and using the clothing she found in her suitcase and the bandages from the rather under stocked first aid kit, began dressing Santana's injuries. The girl complained here and there, swearing when the pain got too rough, but other than that she sat still through-out the process.

"There, that should help stop the bleeding for now. You probably need stitches, but," she held up her shaking hand, "I'm in no shape to administer them just now." She looked out the back of the plane. It was beginning to get light out, taking care of Noah and then freeing Santana had taken more time than she'd thought.

I'm going to check out where we landed, see if I can locate any familiar landmarks or the other half of the plane."

She slowly walked over to the gaping hole where the front of the plane should have been. She stepped onto the ground and walked in a small circle, looking for the rest of the plane. And the rest of the Glee club.

But for bits and pieces of plane, all she saw around them was trees and rocks. It looked like they'd crashed into the edge of a forest. She looked up, tracking the path the tail had taken down the side of the mountain, but beyond the cliffs above, she could see nothing to indicate the other half of the plane had descended nearby.

She walked further and further from the wreck, moving slowly and trying to take in as much of their surroundings as possible. More trees, a small stream. But nothing. She topped a small ridge and stared into the valley below. It was huge and wide and bordered on all sides by mountains.

They were trapped.

She fell to her knees in the hard dirt.

They were alone.

They were trapped and alone.

They were injured and they were alone.

Dear lord, what were they going to do?