As the various couples wandered off, Lain contemplated his aloneness. On the one hand, he was having a nice time sunning himself and eating bacon sammiches, but he felt like there was more he could be doing. "This is exactly the kind of moment where a sidequest would come in handy," he thought aloud. As soon as he finished his thought a roaring fireball streaked across the sky above him, landing in the water just offshore with a crash and a splash. The tail section of a plane's fuselage jutted out of the water at an unhealthy angle, the Malaysia Airlines logo clearly visible. On the one hand, he really ought to go check for survivors, on the other hand, his other hand to be precise, he was having a really good time masturbating. He looked at the plane, then at his cock. Plane, cock. Plane, cock. Reluctantly, he stood and pulled his bikini bottoms up, setting off down the beach toward the flaming wreckage.
He surveyed the crash site and wondered if anything could have survived. Shapes stirred in the water, dark outlines at first but slowly resolving into the shapes of people. "Oh shit, zombies!" he said, reaching for the nearest machete, only to have his assessment spoiled a moment later as the first figure emerged, dressed all in black with its face hidden by a mask. "Oh snap, it's not zombies. It's ninjas!"