Paces
Chapter Two
Summary: Sinjin learns about the plane crash.
Author's Note: I've never actually seen the pilot episode (I know, I'm terrible), so I don't exactly know everything about the plane crash. But, since I already made it so people know about the whole severing of the end deal, I'm gonna have to keep it that way. Thanks for reviewing, reviewers! I really appreciate your comments! No flames, please. Remember to review this chapter!
Paces -
Sinjin leaned back on the pillows of the bed in his hotel room, flipping through the channels on the TV with the remote in his hand. He hadn't done much else that day, save walking down to the vending machine a few times to get a coke. He had a job, but it was Thursday – not one of his work days.
He took a drink of his most recent coke, closing his eyes as he swallowed. He glanced over to the newspaper on the floor by the door, but didn't bother to go get it. The newspaper was a waste of time. Why read the news there when you could watch it on TV?
That thought in mind, he flipped the channel to the news. There was a man on the screen named Andrew Raymer, or so it said on the bottom of the screen.
"While no one is quite sure when or where the plane went down, the radio went out and all communications with Oceanic flight 815 were lost at about 5:00 pm, approximately 7 hours into their trip.
"Judging from what was heard on the radio right before communications were lost, investigators have come to the conclusion that the entire rear end of the plane was somehow blown away, leaving the rest of the plane with no engines.
"It is doubted that there were any survivors. If what insiders suspect is correct, third class passengers had no chance of survival, and the first and second class passengers had an extremely slim chance. The plane was going full speed at the time of the accident, and the front of the plane would have crashed nose-first into the ocean.
"Searches have been organized for the remains, but searchers do not expect to find any living people left. While the plane could have gone as much as 500 miles off course, there is no land anywhere near the estimated landing point.
"Deepest apologies and regrets are to the families of the people on board Oceanic Airlines flight 815. The story and passenger list were included in most major newspapers and can be found online at our website."
The website appeared at the bottom of the screen and Sinjin quickly wrote it down, his curiosity getting the better of him. He got up and went to his computer, hurriedly typing in the address. He scrolled down and clicked on the story of "Oceanic Disaster!", quickly finding the passenger list and skimming the list of names.
He passed the M's, the N's, the O's, but stopped at the P's. His face went numb as he stared blankly ahead at "Pace, Charlie", written clearly before him. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head before looking again, hoping his mind was playing tricks on him. It wasn't. Charlie Pace was still there.
His mouth dropped open. "God, Liam…" he said aloud. He knew he should have picked up the phone and called his friend right away, but he couldn't seem to move from his position by the laptop.
Liam was his best friend, so, naturally, Charlie had become like his little brother, too. Charlie had pretty much been all of the three older friend's little brother. He was the youngest in their band, about five years younger than Liam. It just couldn't quite register that he had been the first to go… to die.
No. Charlie wasn't dead. They were going to find the plane. It had probably landed on an island somewhere, and everyone was going to be fine. Charlie would come back, and they would restart DriveSHAFT, just like he wanted.
Finally being able to move his legs, Sinjin retrieved the phone and dialed Liam's number with a shaky hand. It rang and rang and rang, but no one answered. Where would they have gone?
He set the phone down and slipped out the hotel room door, walking dazedly down to the pub on the first floor. He sat at the counter and ordered a beer, watching the TV in the corner with blurry eyes. It was demonstrating how the plane may have crashed, the nose-dive and everything.
Suddenly, the bartender appeared before him.
"Some crash, huh?" he said, drying a mug with an already damp cloth. "Nobody knows what caused it, either. Kinda spooky, really."
Sinjin nodded dumbly, his eyes moving to the drink in his hands.
"Hey buddy, you all right?" Sinjin shrugged in response. "You could talk about it," the man suggested, leaning on the counter across from him, ready to listen.
"It's just…" Sinjin knew it was going to be hard to say it. That would almost make it real. Finally, he sighed and said it. "One of my brothers was on that plane."
