As Mike wandered, he wondered just how long he had been out of it. He also wondered if his friends had made it through the storm alright. If they had, did they think he was dead? He worried that the guys would give up on their music without their fourth member. Would they get jobs or become bums? Or worse yet, would they find a replacement for Mike? That thought made Mike cringe. He understood that it might be necessary for the guys to hire another guitarist, but it also made him jealous. He shook off the idea, figuring he was just jumping to conclusions anyway. As he headed into the tropical forest, he wondered where he was and how far from the mainland they were. He returned to the lagoon just in time to see Lillian stirring from her slumber.
"Oh, where are we?" She asked, still groggy.
"I don't know, " Mike replied honestly.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW? HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?" Lillian screamed at Mike.
"Well, we were tossed to and fro in about every direction. Then we floated here while we slept. How am I suppose to keep track of that?" Mike said sarcastically.
"Idiot! Where's the map?" Lillian asked.
"I don't have a map. I didn't figure on falling into the Pacific Ocean with Bratzilla of all things. Plus, I do have a name. It's Mike Nesmith, not Idiot, Imbecile, Bafoon, or Moron," Mike said.
"I never called you a moron," Lillian scoffed.
"Well, I wanted to cover all the bases," Mike said with his arms folded. This girl sure was pig headed.
"Oh you should have just let me die instead of dragging me to this island," Lillian cried dramatically.
"Uh, your welcome. That usually comes after thank you. Since you didn't give me one I thought I would be the decent guy and say my part anyway," Mike told her.
"What should I thank you for? You threw away my diamond bracelet, I have splinters in my legs, my hair is filthy, and my dress is ruined. To top it all off, I'm about to starve," Lillian whined.
"Gee, now I know why Derreck is such a creep. I'd be a creep too if I was roped into marrying someone like you," Mike said. As so as he did, he wished he hadn't. Lillians eyes began to fill with tears at the mention of her ex-fiance.
"Don't tell me about Derreck. You don't know anything about him and how much of a creep he really is. You just have no idea what he's done to hurt me," Lillian said through her tears.
"I'm sorry Lily. You made me mad and I got carried away. You really should be grateful you're alive though. Maybe we'll find a way to get off this island," Mike said.
"That's Lillian to you Mr. Nesmith! If you don't mind, I'm going to find some food," Lillian said as she stomped off into the jungle.
Mike blew out an exasperated sigh as she went away. He immediately thought about what he had said the day he first saw her.
"I'd love to be stranded on a deserted island with that little philly." The words made him nauseated. "Nesmith, you and your big mouth. Why don't you shut up next time?" He said to himself.