I would choose either the love of my life, the one who got away, yes that guy, because he’s smart and tall and athletic and fun and if it were just the two of us, stranded, he would have to choose me over her and he would get over her eventually, over time, what choice would he have? Or my father, his 55 or so year old self, not his 82 year old self though I love that one too but he had gotten kind of fuzzy around the edges towards the end, because he was smart and handy and had an almost genius of a mechanical and problem solving mind and he was funny and interesting and I adored him. The rest of the people I know, well, as much as I love them and they love me, we would probably drive each other nuts in a sole survivors shipwrecked on an island scenario.