The jagged peaks rose as far as my eyes could see. Their snow laden slopes fading into the grey sky. The wind yanking at my clothes no match however for the ice inside my very soul. My gaze drifted down to my hand as I flexed it watching the muscles move and tendons rise under the skin. My hand. It looked so innocent sitting there. Was this really the same hand that had fumbled a pencil in 2nd grade, had played at sword fighting with a tree branch, and slipped into my mom's when lightning struck?

"How's the view Little brother?" The snow crunching louder than cereal under Jazz's boots. I turned with a sigh dropping my arms from where they had rested crossed on my leg which I stepped down from the summit.

"Boring." I summed up as I flicked my eyes over my sister bundled up in several layers from a bright orange turtleneck to a lime green flannel. A scarf had been wrapped with some skill around her head though a strand of her red hair had escaped and whipped across her face.

A far cry from my t-shirt and jeans.

"I brought breakfast." She reached into a pocket and pulled out two crackers.

"I'm fine." I couldn't meet her eyes. I found myself looking instead at the broken halves of the plane.

She sighed. "Danny you have to eat something. I know you didn't have anything yesterday and you have to keep your strength up. "

"I don't actually. Whether I eat or not it won't kill me and as for strength… not even my strength is doing you any good"

"Please Danny, for me."

Guilt, I am starting to hate the feeling.

Inspired by the movie Alive and no I don't know why a crashed plane is stopping Danny from doing something, but I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explaination...