Chapter 1: The Beginning
2 days after the crash
A man was falling. Falling from a great height. But he wasn't falling off of anything. He just appeared in the sky, out of thin air. His hair was flying in all directions. This man's name was Seth Norris.
With a big splash, he fell into a shallow part of the ocean. He lifted his head up.
That was odd, he thought, that didn't even hurt. He lifted himself from his back and turned his head right and saw endless ocean. But when he turned his left, there was over 200 faces looking directly at him. Some people looked shocked. Some scared. Some were even crying.
Seth stood up and took a few steps towards them. "Uh, I don't know what's going on here… Who are you?"
"My name is Adam Johnson," one of them spoke up. "And we are the survivors of the plane crash of Flight 815."
"Flight 815?" Seth repeated.
"Yes," Adam answered.
"I was the pilot of that plane."
"Then you're not a very good pilot, then are you?" a woman said.
"What are you talking about?" Seth asked. His brain was drowning in questions.
"Maybe we should have a little talk and try to figure out what's going on," Adam said.
So Seth, Adam, and the woman (whose name turned out to be Jessica) gathered around and had a conversation.
"So first, tell me how you all got here," Seth demanded.
"Yesterday," Jessica began, "we all fell from the sky, too. All 253 of us."
"253?" Seth asked.
"Yes," replied Adam. "We all fell into the water and everyone got to the shore."
"And the weirdest part is," Jessica started, "is that we all remember falling. And then we fell again."
"And the second time, the plane was nowhere to be seen," Adam finished.
"So does anyone know where we are?" Seth questioned.
"You're the pilot!" Adam pointed out. "If anyone knows where we are, it's you!"
"Well, I don't know for sure. We were 1,000 miles off course… I think."
"You think? Or you know?" Jessica asked, disappointedly.
"Well, I kind of had a dream before I got here," Seth explained.
"A dream?!" Adam exclaimed. "You were sleeping while we were flying? No wonder we crashed!"
"No! It's not like that!"
"So what happened in this dream?" Jessica asked, trying to prevent a fight.
"Well, I was sitting in the front of the plane, in my pilot's chair. And we had to turn around, so we were 1,000 miles off course and we crashed. I was knocked out and two man and a woman woke me up and they were looking for a radio because we had crashed. It felt so real. I actually didn't think it was a dream… Until this monster showed up."
"A monster?" Adam wondered out loud.
"Yeah, made of smoke… And it… killed me."
"What I'm still confused about is why did you fall out of the sky a day after we did," Jessica.
"I want to know what is going on," Seth said. "Right now."
