A FRAYED GROUP

A small plane goes down with four people aboard. They live through the crash. That was the easy part.

You do not control them. You are the quiet process underneath their thinking. You spend Conscious Thought, earned when they work, eat, and drink, to steer feelings and give small nudges. You spend Subconscious Thought, earned through good rest, to shape their dreams and set the mood of the next day.

Push feelings that make no sense for the moment and they will notice something is wrong inside them. Frustrated people stop listening. They isolate. They hoard. Sometimes they do worse.

Keep them fed, warm, watered, and sane for as long as you can. Nobody is coming.