Dream Come True
Chapter Two: The Plane
Airports are always a center of bustling activity, variety of people, and an is an extremely secure location. Jennie could scarcely think of anywhere safer. Just recently, in light of the recent events, they developed a systematic finger-printing upon entrance into the terminal. You couldn't even go a short trip without the procedure. But Jennie was in for a long ride anyway.
Long Island, New York to London, England.
So, after buying a Frappicino from the Starbucks in the airport lobby, she settled upon people watching while waiting for her plane. She was and always had been content to people watch, the variety of people was always so fascinating. And what were the chances that someone here would meet sudden doom? Turns out it was pretty likely.
Her gaze fell upon a man who appeared to be in his early '20's. He seemed very anxious not to mention nervous as he paced back and forth swiftly. The picture of the man was blurred as Jennie was immersed in a vision.
The same young man was sitting in a chair in the airplane. He was content to wait to land as he listened to his walkman. Jennie found herself ensconced in a Flight Attendant uniform (she always took the place of an eyewitness). The plane jerked violently, and Jennie was thrown into the lap of a napping, elderly man. The pilot's voice became audible and proclaimed in a scratchy drawl, "Ah . . . We're experiencing some technical difficulties. It seems there is a malfunction with our gas tank. A pipe was blocked off due to the shifting of the plane, it has become unstable. The gas will either leak out, or the gas will explode the pipe from pressure. Currently, we are flying at an altitude of 350 feet, over the Gulf of Mexico. We will try to land but . . . " another lurch paused the pilot's speech. "Ah . . . That is all."
Pandemonium faded in her ears as she was lurched, yet again, into her own body. Jennie's eyes snapped open. She felt dizzy and foggy. The way her visions always left her. Right before her inhabited body, if you will, expired. That thought added nausea to Jennie's current list of ailments. "OH MY GOD!" she shrieked so loudly that attention of many startled on-lookers was attracted. "The plane, THE PLANE! It's gonna crash!" She continued to yell as she leapt from her seat and looked madly around the room. Her eyes went past the disgruntled, and quite frankly, annoyed looks she was shot, and finally her eyes rested on the man that had caused her vision.
Jennie raced over to the man, and he stopped pacing and looked more nervous, yet annoyed than previously. "Sir, please listen to me! You- You just have to! The plane- your plane is gonna crash! I saw- I mean, it . . . It's just gonna happen. But it's going down!" She begged of him. His eyes widened and he slowly stepped away from her. Then, Jennie was lucky to discover, that all the commotion she'd caused, had sent a security guard to see what the problem was. "Excuse me, miss. You'll have to come with me. We will have to take you in custody for what you just said. That was a threat, young lady." The security guard warned her firmly. "Calling flight number 202. Last call for flight 202." The woman collecting tickets informed over the loud speaker. Slowly, making like she was cooperating, Jennie stooped over to lift up her suitcase, shoved her wand in her pocket, and dashed off in the opposite direction. She pumped her legs incredibly fast, shoved her ticket at the woman and flew down the hallway and into the plane. "Kid! Hey! KID! Get back here! STOP!"
Chapter Two: The Plane
Airports are always a center of bustling activity, variety of people, and an is an extremely secure location. Jennie could scarcely think of anywhere safer. Just recently, in light of the recent events, they developed a systematic finger-printing upon entrance into the terminal. You couldn't even go a short trip without the procedure. But Jennie was in for a long ride anyway.
Long Island, New York to London, England.
So, after buying a Frappicino from the Starbucks in the airport lobby, she settled upon people watching while waiting for her plane. She was and always had been content to people watch, the variety of people was always so fascinating. And what were the chances that someone here would meet sudden doom? Turns out it was pretty likely.
Her gaze fell upon a man who appeared to be in his early '20's. He seemed very anxious not to mention nervous as he paced back and forth swiftly. The picture of the man was blurred as Jennie was immersed in a vision.
The same young man was sitting in a chair in the airplane. He was content to wait to land as he listened to his walkman. Jennie found herself ensconced in a Flight Attendant uniform (she always took the place of an eyewitness). The plane jerked violently, and Jennie was thrown into the lap of a napping, elderly man. The pilot's voice became audible and proclaimed in a scratchy drawl, "Ah . . . We're experiencing some technical difficulties. It seems there is a malfunction with our gas tank. A pipe was blocked off due to the shifting of the plane, it has become unstable. The gas will either leak out, or the gas will explode the pipe from pressure. Currently, we are flying at an altitude of 350 feet, over the Gulf of Mexico. We will try to land but . . . " another lurch paused the pilot's speech. "Ah . . . That is all."
Pandemonium faded in her ears as she was lurched, yet again, into her own body. Jennie's eyes snapped open. She felt dizzy and foggy. The way her visions always left her. Right before her inhabited body, if you will, expired. That thought added nausea to Jennie's current list of ailments. "OH MY GOD!" she shrieked so loudly that attention of many startled on-lookers was attracted. "The plane, THE PLANE! It's gonna crash!" She continued to yell as she leapt from her seat and looked madly around the room. Her eyes went past the disgruntled, and quite frankly, annoyed looks she was shot, and finally her eyes rested on the man that had caused her vision.
Jennie raced over to the man, and he stopped pacing and looked more nervous, yet annoyed than previously. "Sir, please listen to me! You- You just have to! The plane- your plane is gonna crash! I saw- I mean, it . . . It's just gonna happen. But it's going down!" She begged of him. His eyes widened and he slowly stepped away from her. Then, Jennie was lucky to discover, that all the commotion she'd caused, had sent a security guard to see what the problem was. "Excuse me, miss. You'll have to come with me. We will have to take you in custody for what you just said. That was a threat, young lady." The security guard warned her firmly. "Calling flight number 202. Last call for flight 202." The woman collecting tickets informed over the loud speaker. Slowly, making like she was cooperating, Jennie stooped over to lift up her suitcase, shoved her wand in her pocket, and dashed off in the opposite direction. She pumped her legs incredibly fast, shoved her ticket at the woman and flew down the hallway and into the plane. "Kid! Hey! KID! Get back here! STOP!"