A/N this isn't a new chapter, more of like a continuation of the last one. I might post chapter three later if I have time. I don't own Divergent.

I look down at my hand and Four takes it back suddenly.

"Sorry I uh, um," He sputters."you'd think that with my dad being a pilot would make me more calm. I uh, was never good with heights."

"It's okay." I say. I clamp down on my arm rest hard enough to make my knuckles white. Words seem to swarm around me.

"Must be the turbulence.."

"We're no where near land..."

"Emergency landing..."

"Don't panic..." But I am panicking because tonight might be the night my nightmares come true.

The next ten minutes happen fast. One minute I'm scaring myself and the next I'm being pushed out of the emergency exit and into the cool, choppy water. "Chris?" I start to yell. "Chris where are you?" I start to go into some type of shock. I honestly didn't know what to do when my nightmare since I was five was slowly coming true. I start to worry. I know for sure that there were more people on that airplane than the people that are in the water now.

"Tris!" Arms envelop me from behind, pushing me deeper into the water. "Tris oh thank god you're okay!" It took me way to long to recognize those arms and that voice as my best friend's. I turn around and look at her. Her mascara is running down her face and she looks like she is on the cusp of tears. I pull her into a hug and let her cry on my shoulder, not caring that she was dampening the only part of my body that was still dry.

A strong voice emerges from the sobs and nervous chatter, "Please hang tight folks,we are only two miles of the coast of Morocco and we have a boat in this general vicinity that should arrive in the next 20 minutes."

A deep voice I don't recognize adds quietly, "And until then we are sitting ducks. I told Marcus this was no weather to fly."

Chris pulls away and we float in silence, not because we have nothing to say, but because I was scanning the crowd for Four. I don't remember him even getting of the plane. As I was looking, a dark figure approaches Chris and pulls her shoulder. I see her shiver beneath his touch.

"Hey I saw you were having some trouble while getting off the plane. I came to see if you were okay." The stranger says.

"If 'having trouble' means sobbing uncontrollably, then yes I was having trouble. But I'm okay."Chris replies with a smile, with her sense of humor slowly recovering.

"I'm Will by the way." He says while coughing into his shoulder, a tell-tale sign that he's nervous. Chris knows it to (I'd expect she would, her dad's a lawyer) and she turns towards me and mouths "Will!"

They continue to chit-chat. I am over-all confused. I thought plane crashes were supposed to be stressful and chaotic. But my surroundings are calm even though the knowledge that people are dead inside that plane must be haunting everyone around me, just like it 's haunting me.