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Prolouge

As the night grew colder, I knew my plane was being boarded. My gut was nervous, though I felt I knew why, seeing as I was afraid of heights, and that the plane was going through a storm unlike any other. A ping went off, then from a speaker, "All Middle class flights for America's Airlines please board at section 3A." I got up. The lady by the desk was very nice, letting me pass with little to no problem, even helping me with my laptop as it almost fell from my grasp. "Hope you have a nice flight!" She says, and with no hesitation, I embarrassed myself by saying, "You too" on instinct. I walked through the hall, slapping myself in the face, mumbling about my stupidity.

When we were finally set up, with our carry-on luggage in their slots, we watched the lady do her act, showing us how I needed to put on and keep our seatbelts on until the light was off. Showing us how to set our emergency ventilation system on, and how we needed to finish putting on ours before helping others. Most of us watched, but a few didn't, and instead began watching movies on their built-in tablet-like pieces of equipment. I instead set my laptop down on the tabletop and began to work on my game. I had been creating a game design for a new software company, and when my flight to New York ended, I would only be but an hour from where they were. But instead, when we were told that we could have our seat belts unbuckled, our plane rumbled, and soon, the sign was flashing, now with our emergency ventilation system falling in front of us. The storm had grown worse, and we were falling. My body felt as light as a feather, with my just then drank coke coming back through my throat. And when the heavy beast stopped falling, my head lulled, and I fell unconscious as everyone began to scream.