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Chapter 2: Alone In the Sky Together

"Good afternoon, sir," the flight attendant said. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

I smiled back at her, taking in the comforting aroma of the cabin. "Sure, can I have a Sprite, please?" I replied. She was wearing a smart, navy blue uniform with a white blouse and a red scarf around her neck. Her hair was neatly tied back in a bun, and her makeup was understated yet elegant, and the airline's logo adorned her lapel. "Of course," she said, pasing me the can.

"Thank you," I said, feeling the cold, refreshing soda in my hand. "It's my pleasure, sir," she replied with a smile, before moving on to attend to the other passengers.

Sipping my Sprite, I gazed out of the window, marveling at the breathtaking view of the Philippines from high up in the sky. The countryside below was a vast expanse of lush greenery, with fields of rice paddies and coconut trees stretching as far as the eye could see. The occasional river meandered through the landscape, reflecting the sunlight and adding a glistening touch to the scenery. Small towns and villages dotted the terrain, and the rooftops of the houses shimmered in the sun. As the plane soared higher, the clouds came into view, fluffy and white, casting shadows on the earth below. It was a mesmerizing sight, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the beauty of the world from above. "This is why I love flying," I thought to myself.

After a while, I started to feel my eyelids grow heavy, and my body longed for rest. The gentle hum of the engine and the cool air from the air conditioning system lulled me into a state of drowsiness, and I decided to close my eyes for a quick nap. But when I woke up, I was immediately hit by a sense of disorientation and confusion. The cabin was eerily silent, and the different shade of the sky's color outside the window suggested that it was no longer daytime. As I looked around, I realized that something was seriously wrong. The seats were all unoccupied, and there was no sign of the crew or any other passengers. A sense of fear began to creep over me, and my heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to comprehend what was happening.

I rubbed my eyes, still feeling the grogginess of sleep weighing down on me. The cabin was shrouded in an eerie silence. I frantically got up from my seat and stumbled down the aisle, my footsteps echoing against the empty cabin. The hum of the engine seemed louder than before, almost deafening. I searched every nook and cranny of the plane, checking the lavatories and the galley, but there was no sign of any other passengers or crew. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. I tried to steady my breathing, but the fear and confusion continued to grip me tightly. My heart started to race as I realized that I might be the only person on board the plane. The feeling of isolation was overwhelming, and I felt a sense of dread creeping up my spine. I tried to contact the crew on the intercom, but there was no response. I started to panic, wondering what could have happened. Did the crew abandon the plane? Was there some kind of emergency? The uncertainty was suffocating, and I had no idea what was going on.

As I made my way back down the aisle, a sense of desperation drove me to seek answers. I knew I had to find out what was happening, and my mind kept racing with all sorts of worst-case scenarios. I couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had occurred. Eventually, I reached the front of the cabin, and that's when I saw it. The cockpit door was wide open, an odd sight that immediately caught my attention. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a sense of trepidation, before I mustered the courage to approach and peek inside. What I saw left me in shock, and I knew that I had to act fast.

As I stepped into the cockpit, my eyes darted around, taking in the multitude of instruments, buttons, and screens that surrounded me. The cockpit was empty, and the two pilot seats were vacant. The only sound was the soft hum of the plane's systems, with an occasional beep every now and then. I could see that the plane was flying on autopilot, with the controls set to maintain a steady course. The realization that I was truly alone on this plane hit me like a ton of bricks, and my heart sank. I knew that I had to focus and figure out how to land the plane safely, but my mind was racing with questions. What had happened to the crew and the passengers? Why was I the only one left? The responsibility of finding answers rested solely on my shoulders, and I knew that I couldn't afford to panic.