I look out small airplane window and see nothing but darkness, instead of the blue ocean. I slowly rub my eyes, with the back of my hand and glance at the guy next to me, who is looking at a gift that lies in his lap. I smile faintly at him, as he looks over at me.

"Gift from your sweetie?" I ask him pointing to the box.

He shakes his head, "my parents," he says silently, and flashes me a picture from his wallet of him, and what I assume to be his parents.

I just nod and look back out the window. I really don't know why I took this flight; to be honest I hate flying, but I just needed to escape. I figured my life needed an adventure, maybe some where in Europe, I would find it. I pull out my flask of whiskey, from my pants pocket, and take a drink to calm my nerves. The guy next to me grins.

"You shouldn't let them catch you drinking," he tells me, slightly leaning over to me.

I just laugh "look who's smoking," I reply coldly and take another drink.

He snickers and holds out his hand to me.

"My name's Jack," he tells me.

"Alex," I reply and shake his hand. He has a firm grasp and I notice chain link tattoos on his arms. I wanted to ask him about them, but decide not to.

"Want a drink?" I ask him holding up the flask to him.

"No thanks," he replies.

I nod and lie back in my chair. Jack gets up and walks towards the front of the plane. I just lie back in my seat and close my eyes, not knowing the event would change my live forever.