Finally, around two in the morning, James arrived in England, at the hospital where Sierra was spending the night along with Lark.
He ran into the waiting room, and saw Sierra curled up in a big chair. James walked over to her, smiling. He hated to do this, but he tried to wake her up. Sierra stirred, and then opened her eyes.
"James!" she whispered, hugging him. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Yeah, I just got here, so is Oliver in with Lark?"
"I don't know, is he?" Sierra replied.
"What do you mean, oh, were you asleep when he got in?" James asked.
"Didn't he come with you?" Sierra asked.
"No, he left about an hour before I did."
"He isn't here, James."
"Oh no," James said, thinking about the storm. "I'll be back!"
James ran out of the hospital and jumped into his car. HE drove to the airport, and went to customer services.
"Excuse Miss," James said to the lady behind the counter with her back to him.
She turned around, and looked up at him, "May I help you?"
"Yeah, do you know if a private plane came in with a pilot that has the name of Mikey?"
"Oh, Mikey didn't get in, we sent some people out to look for them because of the storm. Why?" she asked.
"My brother was on that plane," James said with some difficulty. His throat seemed very dry all of a sudden.
"Oh, don't you worry about your brother sweetie, I'm sure Mikey's taking care of him."
"Yeah, Mikey," James said under his breath, turning around.
"Thank you," he said, then started walking away, he had no clue what to do.
"May! May! Signal for some help. Mikey's plane went down. We need help!"
"Okay, Jon. I've got a few people here that can be there in a short while," the lady behind the counter that James had just talked to said.
"Okay, tell them to hurry up!" Jon said, and then ran out of the door.
James ran back up to the counter to where May was frantically typing.
"What happened to the plane?" James said.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not at liberty to say," she said without looking up.
"What happened to the plane?" James screamed.
May looked up, and seeing it was him, said, "I'm so sorry dear, their plane went down. Lightening hit them. There was nothing they could do. They're working on pulling the plane out right now. They hit close to an island, so it'll be easy to get out. I'm sorry hon, but there's just no way."
James felt a tear fall from his eyes, and noticed he was beginning to cry. He ran out the door and to his car, he had to get to the hospital again.
When he drove into the parking lot of the hospital, he tried to control himself, but it was no use. He couldn't stop crying.
James walked up to the waiting room by the delivery wing, and saw Sierra sitting there waiting for him. She smiled, but when she noticed his face all swollen and red, her smile faded.
"James, what's wrong?" Sierra asked sitting up more as he walked over to her.
"Oliver. His plane went down. There was a storm. Lightening. Nothing they could do," James cried into her shoulder while she hugged him.
They did this for a while, then when he had calmed down a little bit, Sierra asked him what had happened.
"Oliver's plane went down. He's gone."
"Oh my gosh. James, I'm so sorry. We've got to tell Lark."
They walked into Lark's room. She looked up at them and smiled. Then, like Sierra had done, frowned when she saw James' face.
"What happened? Is Oliver here?"
"No." James said.
"What's going on guys?" Lark asked.
"Lark, I'm sorry. Oliver's plane was hit by lightening, and went down," Sierra explained, going over and sitting on Lark's bed thingy.
"No! No it didn't," Lark screamed.
Sierra nodded. Lark screamed. James just stood there.
Lark cried like crazy. Sierra tried to hug her, and comfort her, but all she got from Lark was a "leave me alone."
James and Sierra left, and let Lark be by herself.
The next few days, Lark seemed to be on another planet. But when she was let out of the hospital, she realized that even though she was now a widow, she had two children that she had to take care of, so she sucked it up, and was brave for them.
He ran into the waiting room, and saw Sierra curled up in a big chair. James walked over to her, smiling. He hated to do this, but he tried to wake her up. Sierra stirred, and then opened her eyes.
"James!" she whispered, hugging him. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Yeah, I just got here, so is Oliver in with Lark?"
"I don't know, is he?" Sierra replied.
"What do you mean, oh, were you asleep when he got in?" James asked.
"Didn't he come with you?" Sierra asked.
"No, he left about an hour before I did."
"He isn't here, James."
"Oh no," James said, thinking about the storm. "I'll be back!"
James ran out of the hospital and jumped into his car. HE drove to the airport, and went to customer services.
"Excuse Miss," James said to the lady behind the counter with her back to him.
She turned around, and looked up at him, "May I help you?"
"Yeah, do you know if a private plane came in with a pilot that has the name of Mikey?"
"Oh, Mikey didn't get in, we sent some people out to look for them because of the storm. Why?" she asked.
"My brother was on that plane," James said with some difficulty. His throat seemed very dry all of a sudden.
"Oh, don't you worry about your brother sweetie, I'm sure Mikey's taking care of him."
"Yeah, Mikey," James said under his breath, turning around.
"Thank you," he said, then started walking away, he had no clue what to do.
"May! May! Signal for some help. Mikey's plane went down. We need help!"
"Okay, Jon. I've got a few people here that can be there in a short while," the lady behind the counter that James had just talked to said.
"Okay, tell them to hurry up!" Jon said, and then ran out of the door.
James ran back up to the counter to where May was frantically typing.
"What happened to the plane?" James said.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not at liberty to say," she said without looking up.
"What happened to the plane?" James screamed.
May looked up, and seeing it was him, said, "I'm so sorry dear, their plane went down. Lightening hit them. There was nothing they could do. They're working on pulling the plane out right now. They hit close to an island, so it'll be easy to get out. I'm sorry hon, but there's just no way."
James felt a tear fall from his eyes, and noticed he was beginning to cry. He ran out the door and to his car, he had to get to the hospital again.
When he drove into the parking lot of the hospital, he tried to control himself, but it was no use. He couldn't stop crying.
James walked up to the waiting room by the delivery wing, and saw Sierra sitting there waiting for him. She smiled, but when she noticed his face all swollen and red, her smile faded.
"James, what's wrong?" Sierra asked sitting up more as he walked over to her.
"Oliver. His plane went down. There was a storm. Lightening. Nothing they could do," James cried into her shoulder while she hugged him.
They did this for a while, then when he had calmed down a little bit, Sierra asked him what had happened.
"Oliver's plane went down. He's gone."
"Oh my gosh. James, I'm so sorry. We've got to tell Lark."
They walked into Lark's room. She looked up at them and smiled. Then, like Sierra had done, frowned when she saw James' face.
"What happened? Is Oliver here?"
"No." James said.
"What's going on guys?" Lark asked.
"Lark, I'm sorry. Oliver's plane was hit by lightening, and went down," Sierra explained, going over and sitting on Lark's bed thingy.
"No! No it didn't," Lark screamed.
Sierra nodded. Lark screamed. James just stood there.
Lark cried like crazy. Sierra tried to hug her, and comfort her, but all she got from Lark was a "leave me alone."
James and Sierra left, and let Lark be by herself.
The next few days, Lark seemed to be on another planet. But when she was let out of the hospital, she realized that even though she was now a widow, she had two children that she had to take care of, so she sucked it up, and was brave for them.