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TDWT day 6!

I owed Tyler so much for yesterday, but I didn’t know how exactly to pay him. When I woke up this morning and saw Lindsay was the only other one awake, I figured it was a sign from God telling me “Yo, moron! Help him with his girl problems.” So, I did.

“Hey, Lindsay,” I said while sitting next to her.

“Hey, Cindy,” Lindsay said.

“It’s Celeste. Anyway, do you know that Tyler’s back on the show?”

“Really? But wait, he isn’t on any of the teams.”

“Yes, he is. He’s on mine,” I pointed to him. “He’s right there.” I was slightly confused as to how she didn’t know her boyfriend was here.

Lindsay turned her head, looking at him, asleep. “No… that’s not him. Tyler wore a red track suit and a headband thingy around his head.”

I looked at Tyler. “That’s what he’s wearing now…” I said, awkwardly. I started to believe there was hidden prank camera’s around here.

“No it isn’t.”

I gave up. “Um…Yeah. You’re probably right, Linds.” I walked back over. It was worth a shot to try and jog what’s left of Lindsay’s memory.

“Man, I hate having this stupid animal mangling curse,” DJ said, once everyone was awake.

“Curse, Smersh. The more you believe that trash, the more power it has on you,” LeShawna said.

“Really?! Wow. Maybe you’re right.”

“Six episodes and no eliminations!” Owen laughed. “If we were a steak, we’d be a Porterhouse. And you guys,” He pointed to Team Victory, “would be a tiny slice of bologna.” And Team Amazon would be the restaurant, I thought

“Need I remind you that we lost the last challenge?” Alejandro pointed out.

“But with you as our leader, nothing is impossible. Heck, I’m not even afraid of flying anymore. Check this out.” He unbuckled his seat belt and started dancing. As soon as he did, the plane shook. Real bad. It knocked Owen down, and almost every else to the ground.

I hugged and held onto Noah like my life depended on it. And knowing Chris, it could. Noah, today, was holding onto the strap. So, the rolls were reversed, and in a sick way I think Noah liked it.

The gap in the wall opened up, again, and we started to get sucked out. It was bigger this time though because Owen was sucked right through the hole. “Help! Somebody! Pretty please! Al! Give me an Ale-hand, bro!” Owen yelled. If I wasn’t dying I would be cringing.

DJ and Lindsay pulled Owen out, and LeShawna closed the hole by throwing a crate at it. We all dropped down on the ground.

“Gee! And to think, if we were in first class, we wouldn’t have had that experience,” I said, sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Noah helped me up. Owen was in the corner in the fetal position. Poor guy. His fear of flying was back before he could get over it.

The bird that has those cooler thing around his neck landed on DJ’s lap. “No, shoo. Shoo. Go. You’re not safe with me,” DJ whispered. LeShawna rolled her eyes.

“Whoa, aren’t those the Alps?” Noah asked, looking outside the window. I did the same and I couldn’t tell what it was. It just looked like mountains to me.

“Achtung my viener schnitzels!” Chris said in German. “In preparation for landing, please unbuckle your seatbelts and head to the cargo hold,” Chris laughed.

When Chris laughs, it makes me nervous. Naturally, I was scared.

We walked to the cargo hold and when the last person (Heather) got in, surprise, surprise, the bottom dropped from under us, and we fell. We screamed.