The Sound of Their Presence

Chapter Forty Seven: You Know . . .

Shane's POV

    "We will we landing in 20 minutes!" a false cheery voice come over the airline's speakers. Thank God it is an American speaking! "Please remain sitting, we are about to go through some major turbulence!"

    Jillian, Cheyenne, and I automatically sit up in our seats. The nine year old, Dave, has been in the bathroom for an hour without coming back out. Someone needs to check on him! Making my way towards the bathroom, which is only a few rows away, I recieve dirty looks from several passengers, although the flight does not have many people. Tapping on the door, I am getting no response.

    "Excuse me, I beleive I have seen you from somewhere before," a tall woman in her mid thirties claims. Flipping back her greasy, dirty blond hair, she continues barricading my excape from the doorway in front of the coat-closet sized bathroom. "Weren't you in that Portugese newspaper from the other day? You were an American runaway- Oh! That's right! You are on the news a lot back home!"

    "Sorry, lady, but I need to get through. You heard the attendant's anouncement, correct?" I have to shove passed the woman in order to quickly make it back to my seat, without Dave. Looking over my shoulder, I see the woman's rough features knit together tightly.

    I know I should sit down and just wait for landing, or even try to make ammends with Cheyenne, but I had other ideas . . .

    "Cheyenne," I poke her in the ear and am rewarded with a glare. "You knoe Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, right?"

    "Yeah. Why-" I pull her up by the wrist, face the cranky bathroom lady and break into song.

    "Hey! Hey! Hey!

I don't like walking around this old and empty house

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear

The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake

It's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even trust myself

It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back

Well tell her that I miss our little talks

Soon it will be over and buried with our past

We used to play outside when we were young

And full of life and full of love."

    Thank God Cheyenne knows the song. Without her to sing it with me as a duet, it wouldn't have had the right effects.

    "Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I'm right

Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!

Don't listen to a word I say

Hey!

The screams all sound the same

Hey!

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!

Hey!

You're gone, gone, gone away

I watched you disappear

All that's left is the ghost of you.

Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,

There's nothing we can do

Just let me go we'll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me

Please hang around

I'll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!

Don't listen to a word I say

Hey!

The screams all sound the same

Hey!

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say

Hey!

The screams all sound the same

Hey!

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore"

    At once, our balance is thrown off and we both land in the aisle. I reach out for Cheyenne's hand so we can balance each other.

     "The plane is crashing!!" One of the flight attendants is running in circles, screaming that one sentence over and over again.