Otherkind Air RTD

YEOUCH! oh geeze that hurts. Harvard hasn't hurt this bad since his last kidney stone. And yet...in this moment of weakness, he finds his arm bound to what just may be the most enchanting, plumpy wristed, hand that he's ever seen. As the screams of the passengers and the billowing white smoke fill the air around them, Harvard and Ms. Crossword Flower-print lock eyes in unabated (roll for love!).

Harv collects the ipod and places it and the banana back in his pack. He then attempts to locate a flotation device. (perhaps one that would serve multiple people?)