A rumble in the plane woke Eric up. Just turbulence. "flight attendants and cabin crew, please be seated," the flight attendant said over the banging wind. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please fasten yourseatbelts." Eric leant over to buckle Timmy's seatbelt, before examining the survival book. "Great information in this book," he muttered to himself. "Campfires, shelter, even boats! Hang on. Effigies?" Eric was shocked to see the two pages that had been covered in masking tape, with graphic representations of arms and legs and heads, all placed carefully on a large pole. "Timmy? What is thi... hold on!" A loud shriek of electricity rang in Eric's ears again and again. People fell out of their seats and were currently being thrashed everywhere. Blood spattered Eric's face as a gaping wound opened on his forehead. The plane was crashing onto land, skidding against the dirt, falling apart before their very eyes. All of a sudden, the plane stopped dead in its tracks and Eric's face lurched straight for the above seat. And blackness.
When Eric finally came to, a half-naked man covered in red paint picked up the severely injured and unconscious Timmy. Eric made a feeble attempt for his son back, crawling towards the mysterious red man, before he fell unconscious.