Plt was the pilot of a plane I was on going from Australia to LA. Somehow, a strange magnetic anomaly caused the plane to crash near an island in the pacific. Many people died, but many of us survived for several months on the island. I did not see plt again, until one night when a band of "others" tried to steal a pregnant woman from my camp. He was the one with the needle. We became reacquainted again one day when we were individually both asked to return to reality by some psycho. We both boarded a plane, though I believe he got to fly again ...not sure why they let him since the last one he flew crashed. He resumed his former life in Texas and I resumed mine in Colorado.
How original, huh?