"Kim? Kim?" a voice called to me. It was loud and harmful as it reached my ears. But I opened my eyes to find it was Ron, sitting by my side, his face covered with bruises and scratches.

"Ron?" I moaned.

"KIM!" he hugged me, "You've been out for, well. I don't know how long. But it was pretty long."

"Ron, you have a watch."

"Well, Kim, nothing works. Not the Kimmunicator, the watches, or any of your gadgets."

"The Kimmunicator doesn't work!" I yelled.

"No. I mean, when I found it, it was in bad shape, but being that nothing else works, I kind of figured it wouldn't."

"Well where are we?"

"KP calm down! Look, I haven't moved much because I don't want to leave you alone while you were out, but I went around some, and I found that we are on an island."

"An island, but we were in Middleton battling Drakken. How'd we get on an island paradise? At least, I hope it's a paradise."

"Well, there are lots of coconut trees, and the water is really clear and…blue."

"Well, I guess we have to make shelter." I leaned on my arm and tried to push myself up. But I fell to the ground in pain.

"Kim!" Ron kneeled back down.

"Ron, my arm."

"Well this is ironic. Out in the middle of nowhere and you are hurt."

"Well can you please help me up? I'm not happy about this too. Look, I'll do what I can. I just need a sling." I looked around and found my backpack over underneath a tree. "Hang on." I stumbled over to it and began to dig deep. "Ah ha! The grappling hook!"

"You're making a sling out of a hook?"

"No….the rope. And," I took a large leaf from the tree. "A leaf." And thus I began to work on my sling. It only took me about five minutes to make an amateur sling, and it was pretty sturdy. Ron just sighed as his began to search for something we could use as a shelter.