"Jeff, stop. Beth was a bitch, stop worrying about her," Matt said, seeing the
farmilar look in Jeff's distant eyes.

"Matt, she, she wasn't bitch, I, I just wasn't good enough for her. She deserved
better," Jeff said dropping his head.

"Bud, you don't really know what she was like. Most of the stuff she told us was
lies. You deserve much better," Amy said soothingly, running her hand down
Jeff's shoulder.

Jeff would be happy when they landed this plane, but that wouldn't be for
another six or seven hours. They were flying to an event in Tokao. He sighed
and leaned his head against the window. He opened the shade and looked out
over miles and miles of vast deep blue water

The plane hit turbulence. Heavy turbulence. Jeff held tightly onto his seat. He
closed his eyes, and heard Amy scream. He squitted his eyes open, and saw all
the lights in the compartment had gone off. Matt was holding Amy tight against
his body. A loud whistling was coming from all round him. Looking around he
saw Mark screaming something, walking down the aisle, and throwing people
their bags, and telling them to hold onto them, and each other. Jeff threw his
messenger bag over his shoulder and hurried around the seat, and sat in front of
Matt, as Matt wrapped his arms around him, and he put his arms around Amy.
Soon all the wrestlers were huddled up together, praying silently. "Matt, I love
you, you're a great brother," Jeff choked out. "I love you too," Amy squeaked.
Matt looked at the two, "Yeah, I love you guys, too." There was the distince
sound of crashing metal, Jeff felt something heavy hit his forehead, and the last
thing he saw before everything went black was Matt quickly kissing Amy.