Disclaimer: I don't own any characters.

A/n: Not too much to say I guess, just read and review and enjoy. x

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again... I call it Neverland. When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

I rummage through my bag, double-checking a list in my head and reassure my nerves I have my plane ticket. The last thing I needed was to not make the flight.

I sigh and sit back in my seat, watching the people around me. I knew them all – or at least the one's wearing a green tee with large yellow letters on it spelling Peace Corps, but they occupied most of the chairs near gate 64. I check my wristwatch again for about the sixth time in three minutes, the lack of time elapse not helping settle my anxiety.

"Rows 31 through 60 now board," said a pleasant voice overhead.

Many of the people around me stood up, smiling broadly as they pull out their passports and tickets, and head to board the plane. I give a feeble smile as my friend Amy walks by, who gives me an encouraging wink. That group slowly disappears, and the pleasant voice cuts through the silence in the terminal.

"Rows 61 through 90 now board,"

I take a deep breath and grab my bag, pulling out my passport and ticket along with everyone else. We start a line, slowly moving forward as each person hands the stewardess their ticket, and disappears into the plane. I finally reach the stewardess and hand her my ticket with shaking hands.

"Row 82, seat C," she reads. "Very well, you may go."

I quickly hurry away as the man behind me hands in his ticket. The plane was already filled with people, crammed together and waiting patiently for the rest to board. I hurry down one of the isles, noticing this plane is one of the massive "jumbo-jets" with six rows in the middle and four on either side. I hurry to the middle of the plane, where row 82 is. After cramming my bag in the overhead compartment, I look down to see my seat in between a man (who seemed to big to be allowed for such a small space) and my friend John.

I squeeze through, and sit between them, leaning closer to John as the man to my right is taking up his entire seat and half of mine.

"You alright?" John says softly, patting my hand.

I just nod.

I've been waiting for this day for about three years, ever since I joined the Peace Corps. The day I travel to Africa. There's only one small hitch – I'm absolutely-completely-horrified-utterly-totally-terrified of flying, and that's me under-exaggerating.

John seems to notice as the plane revs up its engine (now the last of the passengers on) and I start hyperventilating.

"You'll be ok," he says. "Just a quick plane ride and we'll be safe and-"

"Seven hours isn't quick, John!" I snap. "And that's only to London, that doesn't include the time to Afri-"

"Shush!" John laughs, putting a hand over my mouth. "Relax, ok? What could happen?"

I roll my eyes as the fat man gives a grunt in his sleep, his head lolling to the side and onto my shoulder.

Five hours in to the flight had severely proved how wrong John was. Apparently turbulence was an issue… a big issue.

"Do you want a drink?" John asks after the twentieth large bump in the past hour, causing me to grip the armrest tighter.

"Tob, your knuckles are white, you need to relax."

"I'm. Fine."

The plane gave another sickening jolt, bumping me out of my seat a few inches. I grab John's arm and squeeze while my heart is trying to break out of my chest.

"Tobi!" John yelled. "Good god, you're going to cut off my arm with that grip. It's just a bit of turb-"

But John stopped talking as the plane fell suddenly, lifting everyone out of their seats. If it weren't for the seat belts I would have hit the ceiling. After what seemed like eternity the plane leveled out and continued on its bumpy path. By this time I was having a complete heart attack.

"Tobi," John snapped as he tried to pry my fingers off his arm. "It's ok."

But I knew he was just saying that. I could see it in his eyes that he was worried, everyone was. Even the stewardess' looked scared. I looked over to my right, around the fat man who was muttering to himself in Italian, to the small window. All I could see was black, and small splashes of water as rain pelted the plane. A bolt of lighting streaked across the sky, lighting up the black and illuminating the wing of the plane as it flapped pathetically in the gale. It gave one large shutter then completely snapped off.

I screamed in horror but it was too late, the plane was plummeting down. We were falling faster, lifted completely out of out seats as the air masks were deployed, dangling in front of us like limp arms. A horrible crack drowned out all the screams for a moment, before a rush of air cascaded in. The plane had split in two.

Tears were streaming down my eyes as I screamed helplessly. This was it, there was no way of escaping it. I clutched John's arm and felt him cling back. We fell faster, and I felt myself slipping out of my seat belt's loose grasp. I clung onto John tighter but he had his eyes closed, mumbling prayers to himself. I slipped farther and farther out, and was so close to falling out of the plane completely.

"John!" I scream. But he couldn't hear me. No one could. My voice was drowned out by the hundreds of other screams and rush of wind. The half of plane I was in began to spin, and I was thrown out of my seat, tumbling down the isle and projected into the night, where the cold rain met me in full force. I watched in horror as I fell along side the plane, listening to the screams from inside.

I couldn't see how close I was to the ground; everything was black. Only the flickering lights from the cabin of the plane gave a small globe of light, allowing me to see the terrified faces inside, helplessly screaming. I close my eyes, unable to restrain the tears flowing from my eyes. I could still hear the screams from the people in the plane, the hollow sound of rain pelting the metal of the plane. I snap my eyes open as something softly touches my shoulder, to see a pair of bright green eyes starring down at me. I give a feeble gasp, and faint, the last things I hear are dying screams and the wind rushing in my ear… almost sounding like someone whispering, I'll save you.

A/n: I know that was short but hey, it's only the beginning. shrugs