Logan couldn't catch a signal for his phone. However was he going to get a message to anyone of where they were, and that they were safe? Well, mostly. He was slightly worried about Finn and Wally. Finn was hit in the head pretty hard. He just wasn't the same right now, and it slightly worried Logan. He needed first to get him safe, and well, and then get him back to Ellie. He knew they loved each other. Hell, Finn was whimpering something about it last night in his sleep. Logan missed Rory like crazy. Not having her in his arms at night was killing him. He couldn't imagine right now what it would be like if she were pregnant, or had a baby right now, to be away from them. The fear, and the loneliness would be enough to kill him, if the crash hadn't.


Rory couldn't believe she was actually pretty much going through this by herself. Lorelai was busy with stuff from the Inn, and Luke was doing things at the diner. Steph tried to be there for her, but she needed someone who was going through it. But Ellie was all the way back in Texas, Lord knows how she was hanging on. She needed Logan to come home. It just wasn't fair for them to be separated like this. This must have been how he felt after her accident, but this is like ten times worse. She couldn't fathom life without him.


Ellie was worrying her parents. She hadn't spoken since the night she got home, so sad she looked three sheets to the wind. They had heard about the crash, and they knew she was on her way home. But they didn't think she would be this bad. She rarely left her room, and the only picture she really ever kept close, was one taken the night of the LDB event. She was in her sun dress, with his suit jacket draped over her shoulders. He was standing behind her, his hands wrapped loosely around her waist. Those were good times, and as far as Ellie felt, the last good times she would ever have. Last one with him, the last one, period.


Finn missed Ellie. He felt like a prick for ever being mean to her like that. And now, he might never see her again. Yup, he felt like a big prick.


It had been over a week since the crash, and they were beginning to all lose hope. It was midnight where Finn and Logan were, and Logan was about to put out the fire he had made to cook whatever little fruit and leftover food on the plane. He then heard something, but strained to make sure he heard right.

"Delta 26, this is the FAA come in please."

It was help! He ran to what he was hearing, careful not to wake anyone up, just in case he was losing his mind, and waited for it to sound again.

"Delta 26 come in please."

He scrounged around, trying to find their walkie talkie, and finally answered back.

"FAA this is Delta 26. My name is Logan Huntzberger. I don't know exactly where we are, but I know the sun set about six hours ago."

"Alright Mr. Huntzberger, I need you to keep talking to me, and though this, we can try to determine your location. Are you all alright?"

"Yes. The pilot and my friend might each have a slight concussion, but as far as everything else, we're just tired, hungry, and want our families."

He and the person on the other side of the radio talked for hours, until he heard the sound he wanted to hear for a long time. The whirring of helicopter blades. The rescue chopper lowered itself next to the crash site, and there were tears in everyone's eyes. They loaded everyone into the chopper, flying them into the local hospital.

Logan was quickly scanned over, and being deemed perfectly fine, he was handed a sandwich, and he asked, and found a phone.


Rory was awakened from a restless sleep, from the ringing phone. She didn't recognize the number, and almost didn't pick up the phone. But, something convinced her to, and she was glad she did.

"Hey honey."