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Chapter 2: Night

As the sun grew to a more halted dusk, Peter came to the end of the split plane, and sat by me. We talked for a bit, talking about how I was going to New York for a job with a new software company, and how he was headed there to get away from his crazy family. He had been pushed into working in his family's business by his peers, and found that he couldn't stand watching how people would walk into their store and then drive away without saying anything. So when his family hadn't been looking, he would walk into their store and take little bits of money, slowly raising enough to go from his home, Alabama, and riding all the way to Missouri, before deciding to go to New York. He had ridden one plane before this, and our new situation brought him a bit confused, as there were no deserts we knew of between New York and Indiana, and I felt the same.

When the sun started to set, we decided to check the baggage that we had with us, and it turned out that all the electronics didn't work. For some reason, there was a woman in stone, sitting in a seat further back, and two brothers, it seemed, had fallen to the same fate. As the night grew colder, we drank the water from bottles in the back, and as we did, we noticed that the sky grew an astonishing green tint, making it seem as though the aurora borealis had manifested above us. We watched it dance for what seemed to be hours before going to sleep, and when that time came, our beds were built from broken pieces in the chairs we once sat down.

As the sun streamed in, hitting me in the face, Peter was still asleep in the aisle over. The storm had broken the plane in half, and as far as we knew, the second half was over the horizon, seeing as we couldn't see anything. My heart grew a bit sad, seeing as how this wasn't a dream, and that I had woken to reality, where the sand under the plane was still as dry as the day before. But as we fully grew to our senses, we heard what seemed to be a rumbling from outside. I switched into more comfortable clothes, which included sandals, a nice pair of jeans that had been folded into oblivion at the end of the plane, the seatbelt from a discarded seat had been worked into one to help hold the pants up, and an old AC/DC shirt to cover my front. Peter had finally got up, and found that his clothes were still there, and chose to wear those. He asked why I didn't wear my own clothes, and my answer was because my battery had corroded on all of them, and chose to wear instead clothing I knew wouldn't destroy my skin cells. He felt that was a good enough answer, and we went back to wondering what the sound was from outside.