Chapter 2
Royce
Royce wasn't going to give up, he had driven this far to find his son and he was going to do so. He couldn't bear to lose his wife and son all in the same week. He just wouldn't have that. He decided that screaming his name wasn't going to help him any longer; he'd just have to start searching. He started where the plane had crashed and panned out from there. He didn't know what Peter was wearing, so that didn't help in his search for clues. But, as he was walking around something shiny cast a glare in his eyes. He walked toward it and found that it was Peter's watch, the one that he had gotten on his last birthday.
"This is a clue," he thought, "Just like Hansel and Gretel. Maybe he's leaving, me a trail."
Peter
Emergency aircrafts were being inflated, oxygen masks dropped, and the "fasten your seatbelts" light turned on. Everyone was panicking, everyone was doomed. Peter kept his eye on the window wondering where they were going to crash, wondering if he would survive. The man next to him was in his mid thirties, tall, and muscular. At the beginning of the flight he had introduced himself as Jack. Suddenly, as if something had taken over his body, he turned to Jack and said, "When we crash, if I'm knocked out, will you drag my body out of the plane?"
Surprised Jack responded, "Umm well, I guess buddy, but you'll make it. I have faith in you."
"What do you mean you have faith in me? You just met me. You don't know me. How could you put your faith on someone you don't even know?" Peter responded, dumbfounded.
"I don't know. I just can." He replied putting a stop to any future conversation, but deep down, Jack knew that Peter was going to make it off of the plan. Jack knew that he was one of the ones that were chosen to be taken.