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Kirsten awoke to the feeling of a soft, gritty substance beneath her, and the feeling of the warm ocean sun on her face. She blinked a few times before she found the strength to open her eyes. If her mouth had been working properly she'd have screamed. There, in front of her were at least fifty people. Several lying in the sand like she was, others walking around inspecting each other. A massive shell like structure, which looked very familiar, lay scattered around the beach in large chunks.

Oh God.

She tried hard to remember what had happened. She got on the plane from Japan and was on her way home. She couldn't recall anything to do with a plane crash.

Shit.

Then in hit her. The flashing lights, oxygen masks, the feeling of falling, plummeting to ground. It was all coming back to her now. Kirsten squeezed her eyes, willing herself to wake up from this nightmare. But it was no dream. It was reality.

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Seth grabbed Summer in a tight hug when she arrived in the familiar Cohen home. So many memories lay in that house. Seth and Summer had shared their first kiss by the pool, shared Summer's first ever Passover, countless moments in his room just talking. It was also where Jake and CJ were conceived. So many memories that Kirsten wasn't the only reason why Summer was tearing up. But right now Seth needed her. So she pulled herself together and looked him straight in the eye. "Your mother is alive, Cohen. I can feel it."

Seth smiled sadly and gave a faint nod. "Where are the kids?" he whispered, not willing to let Summer here the sadness in his empty voice.

"Anita's watching them. Plus, I got my dad to go over and help." After Seth and Summer's wedding Neil Roberts had made it his most important duty to help out Seth and Summer as much as he could with his grandchildren. It seemed as though he was trying to do anything and everything possible to apologize for the way he initially reacted when Summer first told him that she was pregnant.

"Good," Seth said, lacking any emotion in his voice, although Summer could tell that he was in immense pain. Who was she kidding? Kirsten was dead. It was plausible that after a thirty-five thousand foot drop that there would be any survivors. But Seth didn't need to hear that right now. What he needed was hope.

"Any news on… on your mom?" Summer asked, tears forming in her eyes as she watched Seth's face turn from blank to depression.

He shook his head, tears running down his cheeks in the process.

Summer held him close in her arms. "Shh, baby I'm here for you. Always." She felt him cling to her, as he always had when he felt hopeless, or lost. His mother was Kirsten Cohen. And now she was gone. It just made no sense that such a wonderful woman would die while so many thousands of evil lived in the world. Life was confusing.

After what seemed like hours, Seth finally let go, his face streaked in tears, eyes puffy red, fresh from crying. "Can we get the kids?" He asked in such a small voice that he reminded Summer so much of Tyler that it scared her.

She wiped the tears from his face and kissed his forehead, standing on her tiptoes. "Of course baby, I go and call my dad." She gave his hand a tight squeeze before walking to the kitchen, picking up the phone.

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Seth let go of Summer's hand and walked upstairs. He contemplated going into his old room and crying some more, but what good was that to anyone? Summer had seen enough of his tears and he sure as hell wouldn't let his dad see them. So he quietly walked into his parent's room, shocked that everything seemed to be in place. It looked like Kirsten had just been in there, tidying up. If there was one thing that Seth didn't understand, it was why she couldn't cook, couldn't garden, couldn't clean the house, yet she had some fixation for cleaning up her own room. She wouldn't even let Rosa near it. The sheets were delicately placed, puffy pillows in their places. The bathroom floor was always gleaming and smelt of fresh berries. It had always been Seth's favorite room in the house. He remembered the times he would spend in her room, inhaling the sweet scent, feeling so calm, which was odd considering that the ocean was right outside, and he could've just lay by the pool.

Flashback

A young Seth Cohen tiptoed into his parent's room at 11:30 pm, not wishing to disturb them. His mommy and daddy were quite the early birds. He was having trouble sleeping, and for some reason, his parent's room was so much more peaceful, and calmer than his. He always felt at ease in that room. Maybe it had to do with the velvety carpet, or maybe the scent of freshness that was always present.

Seth curled himself on the floor in a ball, clutching in Spiderman doll in his arm, thumb in his mouth. He knew that he was being a baby. He was five years old for goodness sake! Today had been his birthday. No one had remembered. No one except his mommy. She had kissed him and showered him in gifts. His daddy wasn't home. He was busy at court. But otherwise, no one remembered. The kids at school didn't remember, his cousin Tommy didn't remember, even Summer Roberts, his best friend at the time hadn't remembered. She was too busy with her new cool friends.

So to hell with it. He was five years old and things would be different from now on. "Happy birthday to me," he sang quietly, not knowing that Kirsten could hear him the entire time.

Tears filled his eyes again. He curled up into his famous ball on the carpet, just as he had done almost 20 years before, and let himself inhale the sweet scent and drift off to sleep. Maybe things would get better when he woke up.

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"Hey there Missus. You all right?" a scruffy looking man with poor English approached Kirsten and he saw her attempts of movement.

Kirsten squinted and tried to nod, but found that her neck was in great pain. Instead she tried her voice again. "Where am I?" she croaked, not sure if the man could understand a word she had said.

"Jesus," the man sucked in, "You're parched. I've only got this one water bottle, so have a bit. We don't know how long we's gonna be out here for."

Once Kirsten was refreshed she found that her limbs had an easier time moving. With help from the scruffy man she was able to sit up. "Where are we?" She asked again.

The man rubbed his beard. "Somewhere around the Pacific I'm guessin'; could be as close at California or as far as Australia. I've got no idea which way we flew. You can see a lil' of the shoreline if you squint real hard. Some boys down yonder are trying to get up some sort of signal. It's proving hard though because there ain't many dry sticks 'round here to start up a fire with. I had a lighter on me but lost it in the crash. I think some of them boys are searching for it right now."

Kirsten nodded slowly, trying to take in all of the information. How the hell was this happening to her? How, and more importantly why? Shit, her family must be worried sick. She searched her pockets for her cell phone but found nothing.

The scruffy man noticed this and showed her a display of beat up cell phones. "One of these yours?"

She looked over the selection and finally found hers. It was slightly cracked, but nothing terrible, thankfully she had stored it in the safety of her suitcase. She wasn't even going to ask how he found it. Opening the cell phone, Kirsten pressed the on button, praying with all her heart that it would turn on.

"I wouldn't have my hopes up Missus. No one here has gotten connection yet. Well, most of us ain't from America, so who knows? Nobody even knows where the hell we are."

But Kirsten was determined. Breathing a sigh of relief she saw that he phone had turned on. Now if only she had connection.

And holy fuck she did. There on the screen read Telus Mobility. She was normally on Rogers but there were times, when she drove to LA that her phone would change to Telus. Tears formed in her eyes as she dialed the familiar number home and pressed send.

The man looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "Watcha doin'?"

She gave him a weak smile. "I'm getting us home."

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Short, I know. But I have the holidays tonight and wanted to get this up. I know it sounds like 'yeah right, she'd actually have her cell working?' But I tried to make it have as much logical sense as possible. I hope that you enjoyed it!

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