Razuel woke up next to a briefcase with some papers and a fully loaded magnum inside, on an inflatable raft, just a short distance from the island, motionless bodies around him, he then sat up and looked at the island in the distance, a flaming airplane wreckage on it, "...No paddle, a parachute laying in the water, and dead bodies... I suppose I could bury the bodies on the island, would be the respectable thing to do, I guess I could start flapping my wings to propel myself over.", he did as such, and it would be only nightfall before he'd reach it, suddenly, some of the luggage fell from the sky, 3 landing in his raft, he didn't bother to check them, he was just focused on getting to the island, "-huff- Sure hope I see my -huff- lovely Angel again -huff-."