"Melinda," I said holding out my hand across the row of seats. "My name is Melinda." Both of my parents lay asleep, heads tilted back and mouths open in the seats next to me.
"Great to meet you Melinda. I'm Locke, John Locke." He took my hand, a firm grip and shook t before letting it fall lifeless back to my side. John looked across at my sleeping parents and nodded towards them. "Your parents?" I nodded in reply and he turned away from me momentarily but continued to talk, "You don't really need to travel with them, do you? You're like 20; can't you take care of yourself?"
"32, actually," I smiled and blushed a little. "But thanks for the compliment. We were on a family holiday to Australia. What brought you halfway across the globe to Sydney?"
"Took part in a Walkabout tour!" He saw a look of confusion cross my face and continued, "A group of us, left in the Australian outback with nothing but a backpack and our bare hands."
I looked impressed at John Locke's story. As I smiled back towards him, and our conversation continued, my mother woke up, and began shaking my arm.
"Mel, Mel!" She called and I snapped my head round to look at her. "How long were we asleep?" She said, shaking awake my father.
"About an hour." I sighed. My mother stood up and shuffled along the row, closely followed by my father, claiming they needed the toilet.
"Please may all passengers return to their seats and fasten their seat belts, we are experiencing slight turbulence." Cindy, our flight attendant, spoke over the tannoy.
"We're gonna crash! We're gonna crash!" My parents cried running back to their seats, pushing aside and innocent passenger.
"Watch it!" He replied with a heavy English accent. "Bloody rock Good here!"
I began to snigger as did John as my parents resumed their seats, just in time. Without warning, the plane began to shake uncontrollable, sending passengers and luggage everywhere.
"Slight Turbulence, 'eh?" John Locke laughed, in an attempt to lighten the mood. It didn't work and I gripped the seat arms even tighter, my knuckles turning white. My palms became sweaty and my heart began to race, almost beating out of my chest. Locke noticed my nervousness and reached his hand over, so it lay on top of mine. I released the chair and gripped his hand instead, sending him an unsure smile.
The plane engines stopped and at a speed previously unknown to man, the plane began to plummet to the ground. The tail end of the plane was ripped off, spiraling into the abyss bellow. My parents hugged each other and sobbed. I just gripped John's hand even tighter and stared straight into his eyes. He remained calm, a smile still on his face.
"We are all going to die."