You are in a plane en route to Chicago. You are sitting next to a little boy, who doesn't appear to have any parents. The pilot comes in over the loud speaker, "ladies and gentlemen please buckle your seatbelts we may be starting to experience some slight turbulence". You start to worry regardless of the fact that nothing is going to go wrong.
The plane starts to violently rock back and forth. DIDNT HE SAY SLIGHT TURBULENCE?! feel like you're going to be sick and grip the armrests as tight as humanly possible. You hear a loud smash and the lights start to flicker. Everything starts to blur as if time has stopped. Fire. Darkness. Light. Fire. FIRE. FIRE! Everything is moving in slow motion as you unbuckle and race to the fire extinguisher on the other side of the cabin. Then, you notice something. No one is moving. The fire has stopped. The plane has stopped falling. You try to put out the fire, but the extinguisher is stuck. You start to look around the cabin; everyone has a horrified expression on their face. Exept one. The little boy. In fact, he has a slight smile, and his mouth hanging open. You grab two parachutes.
