The book was getting boring. It was one of those slow scenes where the main character sat and thought to much. She closed it and put it away. Her name, Jolene, was written on the inside cover. Leaning back, she attempted to close her eyes. Some turbulence shook the plane and a baby somewhere started crying. She mentally sighed and tried to shut out the sound of distress the little lungs were making. A ping was heard as the fasten seatbelts lights came on. Not even two seconds after that, the entire plane started to jar around.

Her eyes flew open and Jolene grasped the armrests. Her heart was racing as her entire world shook and dropped around her. The plane kept changing between a nosedive and pulling up. It was hard to tell which was winning, the pilot's skills or the violent storm outside. Terror filled her as she turned and looked out the window. An engine on the wing appeared to be on fire. It's angry orange glow outmatched only momentarily by the lightening. Then a sudden screeching of metal and jarring filled her senses as the plane literally was torn apart.

Cold wind and freezing rain greeted her as branches scratched past her. She wondered for two seconds if they would never reach earth when a sudden crash and sliding sensation greeted her. She blacked out.