Marooned. Stuck on an island alone but for bright tropical birds twittering and palm-sized spiders scuttling up tree trunks. The heat is sweltering and muggy, and the sweat is pouring down your body. For some reason, you're only wearing a bathing suit, and you can't remember where your clothes went. You have a backpack, with three things in it, but the sun is playing with your head; you can't remember what's in there. Under the midday sun you wander, aimlessly through palm trees and undergrowth until you hear the sound of falling water.
A waterfall. And beside the waterfall, are three people lounging.
Who would you choose to spend the rest of your life stranded on an island with?
If you opened your backpack to see what's inside, what three things would there be?
A waterfall. And beside the waterfall, are three people lounging.
Who would you choose to spend the rest of your life stranded on an island with?
If you opened your backpack to see what's inside, what three things would there be?