"As the castaways slumped in the raft, trying to accept another lost chance, over the western horizon there was a glimmer, tracing a wide curve, then banking towards the rafts."
"For a while they spoke, sharing their wonder. Then they fell into revernet silence. Their suffering was suspended. They weren't hungry or thirsty. They were unaware of the approach of death."
"Louie decided to divvy up breakfast, a single square of chocolate. He untied the raft pocket and looked in. All of the chocolate was gone. He looked around the rafts. No chocolate, no wrappers. His gaze paused on Mac. The sergeant looked back at him with wide, guilty eyes."