Author's Note: This chapter is really a recap, a look inside Jimmy's mind. It's not necessary to the plot.

And on another note, thirty-seven reviews! Alright! But can we make it to forty? That's up to you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

Two weeks ago me and thirty-two others survived a plane crash. I saw the tail section break apart, as did the cockpit. I tried to save someone who was being sucked out of the plane, but I wasn't strong enough to pull her back in. The last thing I saw was a piece of metal flying at my head.

I woke up sometime later in a jungle. I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. My leg was badly cut, and I had a horrible headache. I heard some screams in the distance, so I went to see what they were. When I ran onto the beach, I saw it.

It was the flaming fuselage of the plan. I just stood there, frozen. My classmates, my friends, were running around like crazy. Some were hurt, some were dead, and some were pinned underneath he wreckage.

I think my job as leader was set when I started shouting at them. I told them to get away from the plane. After I had ushered them to safety the plane blew up. I had survived. But that was about the last piece of good luck I would have.

The next day Cindy and I, who are somewhat of an item, went out to look for some food. But what we found was the cockpit. I used the radio to send out a distress signal, but nobody picked it up. I managed to find a transceiver among the wreckage, but it was busted. I took it back to camp anyway.

When we got back to the beach the camp was in chaos. People were fighting over food, the signal fire was out, it was insane. I started yelling at them. With Cindy's help, I got them to listen to me. I told them that we would be stranded here for a while, so we needed to get organized.

The next day I managed to fix the transceiver. All I had to do was climb a mountain and send out a signal. But Nick started fighting me, and he made me drop the transceiver in a fire. Everyone blamed me. They kicked me out of the camp. So I went off into the jungle. Over the next twenty-four hours several other people, including Cindy, joined me. They thought I was a better leader than Nick.

Then, one week after the crash, a plane flew by. Nick's camp was in chaos, no doubt die to the fact that he was a horrible leader. His camp failed to signal it. I managed to organize my followers and start a signal fire, but it was too late. If we had been on the beach it would have worked.

So I decided that I was going back to the beach the next day. When I got there, well, let's just say that I wasn't welcomed with open arms. But when an injured hunter came back, suddenly everyone looked to me. If there's one thing I've learned about being a leader, it's that people will hate you until they need you.

I tried the best I could, but I couldn't save him. He died. I thought he was the first casualty, but Butch had died on a hike several hours before.

So now we're down to thirty-one people. I won't let anyone else die. This isn't a game anymore, it never was. These people trust me to take care of them. So I will. I will get us off this island. I will save the day. Again.