Firstly, I have only read some of the stories. I have not watched the show. Secondly, I don't own Twilight Zone. That's Rod Sterling, not me. I do, however, own Alison and other OCs that appear. -ElementLegend

Maybe Alison could be typical. Her phone never worked, her neighborhood was terrible and sometimes terrifying, and she tried to hide her otaku self from the world, for fear of having someone attack her in the streets. But maybe there's a place that could all that could change. And that place where it could was...The Twilight Zone.

"Figures," Alison muttered. Her phone never worked, and she'd have to wait another year for a new phone. She was in the middle of the Denver International Airport, staring out at the crowds of people from the bookstore. It was quiet, a humming compared to her neighborhood, always crying and screaming. She had always hated that, she could never stand the nighttime because of the gangs, the attacks, the cries of agony. She prayed for the homeless kids out there every single night, prayed that they wouldn't get hurt, but they did, regardless. At school, she got bullied because she was an anime fan, so she really tried to hide it, no matter how hard it was. Alison was so glad she was moving.

"So, where are you going, this late at night?" the clerk asked. Alison was surprised for a moment, then looked at her white watch with Breast Cancer ribbons on it. 11:53. It was late.

"Honestly, my mom just told me the gate, not where I was going," Alison sighed.

"When's your flight?"

"It's at midnight."

"What gate?"

"50A."

"Ah, so it's close?"

"Yeah," Alison sighed. "I'm just glad I'm getting out of here."

"Well you'd better go over there. They're probably boarding soon."

"Right. Have a great night."

"You too, Alison," the clerk said, smiling. "You too."

Alison headed over to the gate. The airport was almost too bright, too clean, too pure to be a place. She then decided now would be a great time to ask where the flight went.

"Ma'am? Do you know where this flight goes?" she asked one of the women sitting down.

"It goes to Orlando, Florida."

"No, it doesn't. This is a flight to New York City," another woman cut in.

"Now hold on! This here flight goes to Paris, France!" a third chimed in.

"Ladies, you're all sadly mistaken. This is a flight to Tokyo, Japan."

"So...which one is it?" Alison asked.

"Clearly we don't know. Why don't you ask the flight attendant?" the third lady, in her blue barrette and cheesy French outfit said.

"Right," Alison smiled. She walked up to the flight attendant, about to ask when she cut in.

"You're the unaccompanied minor, right?"

"That's right. Alison Mahoney."

"Great. Just follow me, alright, Alison?" the flight attendant said, walking down the gangway. Alison followed her, staring at the ground. "So, have you flown unaccompanied before?"

"No," Alison said.

"Okay, well, if you need anything, just press the call button, alright?"

"Right. Thank you, ma'am," Alison smiled, arriving at her seat and sitting down.

Then, something odd happened.

The lights on the plane went out, and it felt like she was floating in space. Saying that she was scared out of her mind was an understatement.

This can't be good...Where's a flight attendant when you need one? Alison thought.

Then, there was the dizziness.

She suddenly had a massive headache and couldn't see straight. Her legs shook fiercely, like someone was yanking them and spinning her around. I'm going to throw up, I'm going to throw up, I'm- Alison thought.

Then, it stopped suddenly, and in Alison's mind, everything went dark.

And Alison never could have known about where the plane was going. Nobody can. Her curiosity became her near demise, and she happens to be one of the lucky ones. Lucky, indeed.