Jolene slowly became alert to the sound of chirping birds. Soreness seeped through every strand of her body. She wasn't sure she could roll over much less open her eyes. Hearing movement nearby, she forced herself with a frown to get her eyelids at least half open. The piece of airplane wing she was laying under glistened in the early morning light. A light mist of smoke drifted about them like mist. She made out a female sitting up just past her own hanging clothes. Self conscious, she pulled on of the small airplane blankets tighter to her chest. With a groan, she slowly sat up. Every muscle was screaming at her and the pillows and leaves beneath her felt of no comfort to the bruises she was sure was developing. How was she supposed to get back into her clothes when being awake alone was so exhausting?