"Tonight's Top Story…
Pan Am Flight 230 departed from San Jose International Airport today bound for Tokyo Japan, exploded over the Pacific Ocean. All aboard are presumed dead, the debris is scattered over an area roughly the size of New Mexico." Images showing pieces of the plane drifting in the blue water of the pacific appear onscreen.
"The Plane was nearly twenty minutes outside the airport when the first signs of trouble appeared, according to reports from a few fishing boats in the area, the left wing exploded and caused the plane to drop, on the way down the tail end of the plane separated and exploded. The forward end of the plane continued on, and has yet to be found.
The Plane was the last connection for many people flying Pan Am to, Tokyo including Delta Airlines Flight 180 from Dallas carrying passengers from Texas and California. Terrorism has not been ruled out as a possible cause for the crash. This station would like to send it prayers out to all those who perished in this horrible disaster."
It had happened so fast, After the Plane landed in the water they only had a few minutes to get off, and when it was all over with only eight made it off the forward end before it slipped beneath the blue waters of the Pacific.
The survivors were grateful to see in the far distance the looming figure of an Island looming in the distance. They swam for the Island, it took nearly three hours to swim the distance, and when the made it to the black sand of the volcanic island, there were only five of them. The area where they arrived was a small beach with very little shrubbery; it had a width about 150 feet wide, leading to a steep hill that, in places rose straight up.
Olivia lay in the sun exhausted, she looked around at the people who had made it, she recognized one of them as Tim, the smart ass on the plane who shot her down, the others she didn't know another boy and a little girl of about eleven and an older woman. She couldn't find the strength to talk, so she just lay there, feeling the surf come in around her.
Eric managed to pull himself out of the surf, and closer to the shade of the looming hill, he was tired, and it felt as if every muscle in his body was cramping at once. His thoughts traveled to his parents in Tokyo, he knew they would be worried sick when they found out his plane had crashed. But Paul and Amanda Kirby were resourceful, and he knew that they would not give up hope.
Cammie Sato pulled herself out of the water, she was so tired and hungry, her thoughts drifted back to her mother and brother…had they made it? She knew there were others, they had helped her swim the long distance, but she wanted her mother and her brother, she was so tired, she closed her young eyes and waited, she knew that Her family would be there soon.
Judy Denninson lay in the sand, it was so hot, but she was unable to move. Thoughts flashed through her mind, going back through the crash, it seemed so far away, and then the swim, it was amazing what a forty-five year old woman could do to survive. The looked up and down the small stretch of land that could hardly be a beach, she wondered if anyone would be along to rescue them.
Tim lay in the sand, it was now official Costa Rica was a bad omen, it had been fifteen years ago, and it was now. His trip to Japan to visit an old friend had not gone as planned, and now he was trapped on an island somewhere off the west coast of Costa Rica. God, He thought, don't let this be the same island, and he closed his eyes and rested.