Naked, the very edge of the island

Emma laid on the shore, passed out. The waves rushed up and down, barely touching her legs each time. There was a slight breeze but nothing too fast or cold. In fact, it was mildly warm like a summer breeze. A stronger gust of warm wind lightly hit her, making her jolt up. Emma looked around. No one else could be seen. All that was there was a beach that looked very relax, a large rock to her left, some foliage, and the vast sea. She turned her head. A smaller wind carried around her. Emma looked down at a very exposed body.

Only now, did she realize her nakedness, but also her surroundings. She could tell that it was nearly sunset. As she knelt in the sand, she tried to feel as clothed as possible. Her hair was the only warmth beside the air around her. Miraculously, her hair was not wet nor was it full of sand. “This is quite the predicament.” Emma said to herself. “How- how did I even get here? And... where is everyone?” Miranda was nowhere to be seen, and as far as she could tell, none of the others were there either. “Calm yourself. This isn’t the first time it’s happened. What exactly happened last?”