All his life, Scott loved to dream. In this particular instance, he was floating in a cliff side pool, surrounded by all of the girls he had previous relationships with. He had a new girl with him, and the jealous looks that the rest of them were shooting his way made him smile on the inside. This new girl was all the best parts of them, and they knew it. Her name was-
"Captain wake the hell up!" His copilot was screaming in his face, and had grabbed him by the ears. Eddie Lanson had never been calm under fire, and it annoyed Scott. That was no attribute for a man partially in charge of the lives of more than one hundred passengers. Scott quickly brushed this thought aside. If the man wasn't calm under pressure, and he was very much agitated now, there must be some pressure to be worried about.
"Whats happening?" He knew the answer as he said it. The left side of the plane was angled down, though the onboard computers said that they had all stabilization procedures in place. Either the computer was faulty, or the ailerons weren't accomplishing their goal. That would be very bad.
"We hit something! It took a third of the wing clean off." The lack of expression at the end of the sentence was due to Eddie running out of air, not some sort of calm realization.
As Scott angled the plane downward and engaged the ailerons to their fullest to keep the left side from dipping completely and removing all lifting capabilities from the aircraft, he calmly Engaged Eddie in conversation to keep him from panicking at the controls. If he touched the wrong thing now, they were all going to die. "What did we hit?"
"I don't know, it was floating in the clouds."
"Floating?"
"Yeah, floating. I know it sounds like bullshit, but what the hell else would we have hit? If it were another plane, we'd be hearing it on the radio by now."
"Unless they were killed on impact."
Eddie had obviously not thought of this, and Scott found it hard to believe that something had simply been floating in the sky, right in the path they happened to be crossing.
"Listen, Scott. It wasn't a plane. There were no wings on that thing."
"No wings? Than how the hell did it stay up?"
"I don't know, maybe it was some kind of new helicopter. I didn't get a good look at the top, I was a bit busy watching it tear our fucking wing off. It could have had roter blades."
Scott wasn't listening. He was too busy deciding how to keep all of them alive. His conclusion was a simple one. He would get as close to the water as possible, and the passengers would jump with their PFD's. The plane was big, and he couldn't get that slow or ground effect wouldn't keep them aloft anymore, so the impact with the water would probably kill most of them. Still, they were within a few minutes swim of the shore, and the radio was already squawking distress. Coast Guard should be there shortly, to scoop up the survivors. He made his announcement as Eddie watched on horror. Scott couldn't help but laugh somewhat hysterically at the man. He had really thought that Scott could save the flight somehow? In all probability, they were both going to die. Scott wished that Eddie had left him the fuck asleep, so he could die with the beautiful dream woman, and not this sweaty greaseball.
The last of the passengers were about to jump. To Eddie's credit, he had waited like he should until all of their charges were off the plane. Unfortunately for them both, this was the time that the weight and drag simply overpowered them. The left wing dipped and caught a wave, and the plane reeled into the water.
Just as Scott blacked out from the impact, he saw a strange, violet light fill the cabin.
