Disclaimer – I do not own House M.D. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox.

~Chapter 1~

She was sitting near the front of the airplane, conscious of the man sitting a few rows back who would not stop looking in her direction.
She could not be sure if he was looking at her or not, but she was almost positive that she was right.
Tucking a stray curl out of her face, she tried to focus on the movie that was playing on the miniature screen built into the back of the headrest of the seat in front of her.
She was just about to glance back and see if she was able to catch the man staring at her once again, when the plane began to shake up and down at an alarming speed.

She gripped the armrests and held on for dear life as she glanced to the left and right only to find all the passengers mimicking her actions.
A voice on the intercom told the passengers not to worry, and that the oxygen masks will drop down in a few moments, and they were all supposed to put them on.
Everyone listened to the instructions, and put the yellow and white masks on when they dropped.
She looked up waiting anxiously for her mask to fall, but unfortunately, it didn't.
Beginning to panic, she began to hit the area where the mask was hiding, not wanting to come out.
The plane suddenly tipped forward at a steep angle, and the passengers screamed. The plane was going to crash, and she knew it.
Her heart began to beat rapidly as she tried to get the mask out of the compartment. Giving up on the mask, she looked down to make sure her seatbelt was on.
Her heart stopped once she realized the little silver buckle – which was responsible to save your life – was broken.
She picked up both sides of the seatbelt, and shoved them together into the buckle numerous times, each time the sides would casually slip out of place.
No, no, no, no, NO! She silently screamed as she once again tried to close her seatbelt, which once again failed.

A tap on her shoulder caused her to jump slightly, and she turned around to face the man who was staring at her most of the trip.
He pulled her out of the aisle seat, and dragged her with difficulty past the curtains, near the center of the plane where a crowd was forming on the left hand side.
He handed her a box-like item, and told her to put it on. She obeyed in an autopilot like fashion, and looked over to the closed curtains, wondering if the people on the other side would be ok. People were pushing her and she was soon separated from the man who most likely saved her life, well, for now. She wasn't out of the danger yet.
She saw glimpses of colleagues and before she knew it, she was face to face with the bright blue sky.
She could see flames covering the left wing in the distance, which was engulfing the plane in a cloud of smoke. The plane was rocking in all directions, and not wanting to be pushed out of the open door, she jumped.

She had never been skydiving, or bungee jumping; she was afraid of heights, and she was plummeting towards a forest on the far side of an island. Realizing the extent of her situation, she reached for a chord on the parachute that she was told to put on while on the airplane, and pulled it as hard as she could - releasing the colourful red and yellow parachute. Her speed decreased, but her heart was still pounding as she glanced around her and saw a few people gliding peacefully towards the island, and a few who apparently did not have good aim at all, and ended up landing in the middle of the ocean.

She looked back down towards the island, and shifted her body weight in an attempt to steer the parachute towards what seemed to be a clearing in the trees. Lifting her legs towards her torso preparing herself for the impact, she forced her eyes to stay open.
If she was going to have a one-on-one conversation with a tree, she wanted to know about it before hand. She strained to turn her head to see if anyone she knew had gotten out safely, but much to her dismay, the canopy of red and yellow blocked her view. She turned back to facing in front of her, and froze as she saw the trees come closer and closer at an alarming speed.
She shifted her entire body weight to try to avoid the tree. It worked, sort of. She breathed a sigh of relief as she skimmed by the tree and was close to landing in a clearing.
Too bad the parachute wasn't as small as she was. It hook onto the tree, and she came to an abrupt stop - she was sure she would have bruises in the morning from the force.
As she dangled from the tall tree, she hoped that someone would find her.
Before it was too late.