Chapter 3
The rain was falling harder now. The breeze had turned into a harsh gale, and Rebecca was chilled to the bone. She had agreed with Claire to stay on her current side and search for any openings into the Pilots' section. She was pulling some broken twigs away from part of the plane when she heard someone calling her from the other side of the wreck.
That's Claire, she thought worriedly to herself. Is she all right?
Rebecca tried calling back, but Claire obviously couldn't hear her. She ran round to the other side of the damaged and saw a huge muddle of fallen trees blocking her way.
Where the hell is she?
Beginning to get seriously worried, Rebecca called to her. It was a great relief to hear Claire's voice calling back to her.
"Rebecca?"
"Claire, where are you, are you OK?" Where is she?
"Rebecca, you need to come here quickly."
Rebecca was clueless as to how exactly she would get to her.
"How? There's a whole bunch of trees blocking me."
"You'll have to come through. There should be an opening somewhere. It's quite small though!"
Rebecca searched the mound of dead prickly trunks until she saw the opening. It was small, like Claire said, but it was big enough. She put her right leg through first and then climbed in. It was just like a children's climbing frame, the sort where you had to get through all of the holes and climb the bars to get to the other side. Finally she reached Claire. And then she saw Barry. And all hope faded.
The rain was falling harder now. The breeze had turned into a harsh gale, and Rebecca was chilled to the bone. She had agreed with Claire to stay on her current side and search for any openings into the Pilots' section. She was pulling some broken twigs away from part of the plane when she heard someone calling her from the other side of the wreck.
That's Claire, she thought worriedly to herself. Is she all right?
Rebecca tried calling back, but Claire obviously couldn't hear her. She ran round to the other side of the damaged and saw a huge muddle of fallen trees blocking her way.
Where the hell is she?
Beginning to get seriously worried, Rebecca called to her. It was a great relief to hear Claire's voice calling back to her.
"Rebecca?"
"Claire, where are you, are you OK?" Where is she?
"Rebecca, you need to come here quickly."
Rebecca was clueless as to how exactly she would get to her.
"How? There's a whole bunch of trees blocking me."
"You'll have to come through. There should be an opening somewhere. It's quite small though!"
Rebecca searched the mound of dead prickly trunks until she saw the opening. It was small, like Claire said, but it was big enough. She put her right leg through first and then climbed in. It was just like a children's climbing frame, the sort where you had to get through all of the holes and climb the bars to get to the other side. Finally she reached Claire. And then she saw Barry. And all hope faded.