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Life. Life is something most people take for granted. Not many people expect to die until it happens. And then BAM! You're gone. Dying can take one unlucky second. And that's all I had. I was going to die with this plummeting plane. They don't kid you when they say your life flashes before your eyes before you die.

I shut my eyes, thinking about everyone and everything that's impacted my life. Josh. He was the sweetest boyfriend on Earth. I could always rely on him. Dad. Sure, he was confusing but he was probably the smartest person I knew. I'll never forget it when he taught me to crack a government code when I was three. Suzy. She was my inhuman company for when Josh was busy and Dad was away on business. And her weird habit for laying on people's stomachs will never be forgotten. Everyone who I knew was in my mind as I felt the plane drop closer and closer to the Atlantic. Even the mother I didn't know contributed to my memories as I waited for impact. That was when I heard the voice.

"Cammie!" yelled a man. Before I could say anything back, he grabbed my waist and pulled me through the chaos to the plane door. Below me, I saw another figure racing toward the Earth. "Ok. On the count of three, we're going to jump." I swung my back pack tightly over my shoulders. "One." I closed my eyes. Should I trust him? Well, this stranger had to be better than this, right? What's going to happen to everyone else? "Two." Oh crap! Suzy! Who was I going to give her to? "Three." I heard someone scream. It might've been me. That's when the man jumped, pulling me with him. I kept my eyes closed as I felt the air rush up against my face as I accelerated into the water.

I felt my feet hit and the rest of my body followed, soaking every part of my body. I looked at my sopping book bag, hoping that the unfinished letter I read wasn't drenched beyond comprehension.

Automatically, I began to shiver. Goosebumps appeared on my arms and then covered my body. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a louder crash and I knew it was the plane being blown to bits. What just happened? Why am I not dead? "Cammie," the man said calmly. "Do you know how to swim?" I nodded, not using any energy on speaking. Of course I knew how to swim. My dad made sure I did.

"Ok then, there should be another boat maybe a mile from here," the man said, shaking the water from his hair. I looked at him questioningly. How would he know that there's a boat? "I called for a boat as soon as I saw the plane falling," he explained to me, as if he could read my mind. That's when I really got a good look at him. Yeah, he was… good-looking… in an older generation kind of way. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying not to sound ungracious. He did save my life after all. "Why didn't you try to save anyone else? And what about the other person who fell before us?"

He swam against the waves, but kept his head above water as he answered, "Joe Solomon and if I had time to save everyone, I would. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices to save something more vital." He meant me. Why though? Why was I so important all of a sudden? "And as for that other guy, he can take care of himself. He's probably safe by now. C'mon, Cammie, we're wasting time. Questions later." I raced after him, but not before asking him one more question.

"How do you know my name?"

He looked at me strangely. "I knew your father. He told me."

***

I think we were swimming for ten minutes before we finally saw civilization in the form of two people on a boat. "Hey," I called out faintly, my breath coming hard. "Over here!" The two figures looked at us, and I think they could see relief on their faces.

They began rowing in our direction. Thank God. I used the last of my strength to pull myself on to the small boat, resting there for a few seconds. I can't believe I just witnessed a plane crash. At least twenty people had fallen to their death. Good thing not many people were on that flight. I used these seconds of silence to mourn them. I slowly opened my eyes to find two dark ones staring down at me.

I squeaked and stood up too quickly. Bad idea. Now my head was pounding. The cappuccino-skinned girl looked from me and then back to an older man who slightly resembled her. "Well, she's pretty squeamish." She faced me again and smiled sweetly. "Don't worry. We don't bite," her British accent rang through the crashing waves.

I nodded shyly. In the corner of my eyes, I saw Solomon and this girl's dad shake hands like cronies. Was my dad friends with this Joe Solomon person as this girl's dad was? Dad. My stomach immediately tightened. I really hoped my dad was ok. I mean, he usually was a cautious guy and I knew he could use self-defense, but that didn't mean he'd stay out of trouble. "I'm Cammie," I greeted before holding out a hand.

She smiled brightly before shaking it. "I know," she answered. Ok, what's with these strangers knowing me? "The name's Bex Baxter. That's my dad over there, obviously. And you know Mr. Solomon already." I returned the smile before shivering violently. "Shoot. Sorry! I forgot you'd be cold." She quickly handed me a towel. "The other guy didn't really use it. I'm sure it's fine." It was. I thanked her and sat in the back of the boat.

"Ok, Dad," she called out, "let's go!" She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and maneuvered her way toward shore. I took this time to read the letter I never got to. I used my towel to take it out, careful I wouldn't get the paper wet.

Looking around me to see if anyone was looking, I began to read where I left off:

Cameron Morgan:

I know you want answers but I'm afraid we'll have to meet in person to discuss everything. I know I said this in my last letter, but I want you to be wary of every step you take. I hope your flight gets you to London in once piece. In the front of the plane, there's a man name Solomon . Find him. Tell him his head boss needs him back for business. He'll know what it means. All these letters will be short. Even though I trust my messenger, I have to be prepared for accidents. And so should you. When you arrive at London, go left and find the first blue house with a clover on the door. Knock and tell them that you're looking for Duchess. They will help you. Wait for your next instructions.

Sincerely,

A Friend

P.S. Tell Solomon that it wasn't his fault. Sometimes things just happen. He'll know who I am.

Right. Could this be anymore cryptic? I closed my eyes, pondering this. No news was so frustrating. News written in mysterious ways was too much for me to think about. Well, I know one thing. Mr. Solomon is not sending these. That rules out one man from a billion human beings. Super. One step closer! I reopened my eyes to find myself on the shores of Great Britain.

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