An extreme close-up of an eyelid, closed, probably sleeping, is seen. As it violently shoots open, we zoom out to see Trent in a messy hotel room. "Awww…what time is it?" he says. He rubs his head and checks the clock, which reads 6:21 AM. His eyes widen in shock as he quickly leaps out of bed. "Shoot, shoot, I'm gonna miss it," he mutters anxiously to himself as he struggles to get his pants on, hopping around the room. He picks up a ticket and runs to wash up in the bathroom. Wondering what's going on? Let's get caught up.
Exactly 27 days ago, any contestant that had ever been on Total Drama got a call from Chris McLean himself. It had been 9 years since any of them had any contact with Chris or each other, save for a given few. They had all been told that they were coming back to Ontario for a reunion special that would be televised. Apparently a lot of reruns were being aired and Total Drama was "in" again. Not that Trent was looking forward to whatever crazy scheme Chris had planned up. He just wanted to see heragain. Gwen. He couldn't bear the idea of her still being with that PUNK…hopefully they weren't. He was 21 minutes late for his plane, supposed to have arrived at the airport at 6 AM. He rushed out the door without eating breakfast, having one motivation: Gwen.
He began to drive to the airport. It was raining hard, making everything blurry and messy through the windshield. Blurry and messy. That pretty much summed up his life right now. He pulled a cigarette out of the glove compartment and lit it. Putting it in his mouth, he began to muse about how messed up his life was. Meeting Gwen again…this opportunity would fix it. This would fix everything. It had to.
He arrived at the airport after 4 and a half minutes of driving. He ran into the airport, in a hurry to get where he was going. But where was he going? His destination surely wasn't the airport, nor the plane, nor the reunion itself, god forbid. No, Trent's destination was answers. He thought Gwen would fix it, but a little voice in the back of his head always said she was an escape, not a key. He needed to focus right now, though. Answers could wait—couldn't they?
Then he saw her. It was just a flash of her teal hair among a group of others…huh, there were others. All Trent could see was Gwen. He suddenly realized that his plane was boarding and he was still stuck in security. He quickly managed to cut a few people and sped through security, making it to his gate just in time for the final boarding call. He ran onto the plane. Finally arriving, he stopped with relief that he had made it on the plane in time. Panting, he began to make his way through the aisle to find his seat. Oh, what if it was next to Gwen? Chris would do that, right? For...drama! Yeah, and they could have the whole trip ride to catch up, to spark the attraction again. He needed her. He smiled confidently, only to have his spirits fall when he glanced at his right and saw Gwen and Duncan sitting next to each other, laughing and flirting.
So that was it. He found his seat, next to some person he didn't know—likely a contestant from a season he wasn't in. He didn't care. Nothing mattered. He just huffed and put his face in his arms and began to cry. It just felt so helpless…he would never be wanted. Not by Gwen, not by anybody. The person sitting next to him regarded him awkwardly and made a face before looking the other way. He just couldn't get it right. He didn't know how long it was before the turbulence came.
"Please stay calm, this is perfectly normal at this time of day. Our flight will be arriving as normal at—"
He was cut off by another round of turbulence, stronger. The lights and intercom went off, all electricity dying. The flight attendants came out, reassuring everyone.
"Please stay calm, this is normal, just stay in your seat." The works. And sure, it was normal. It was all normal until the back half of the plane broke off and flew away. Screaming and general chaos ensued. The plane was dropping now, fast. Trent knew he was going to die. He just supposed it was ironic that he would die this way—unwanted, misunderstood, unloved. Such a contrast from the rest of his life.
At least it would happen quickly.