Trapped

Sara was on an airplane to Europe, Why? Because she wanted to find out about the Witchblade. Damn, you witchblade, the red stone on her bracelet swirled as if it was responding to its name.
She glanced around, and looked at the shabby interior of the airplane, there she thought she saw some one she knew. Is that Ian? No, It couldn't be. He was still in New York or at lest I think he is. Sara put the matter out of her mind.
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Ian sneaked around back being careful not to be seen. Sara glanced around, and focused on where he was, but after a moment she looked away. My Beautiful Sara, Ian thought, How I wish we could be together.
Ian walked over to his seat and sat down, he had positioned it so that he could see Sara at all times.

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Sara had a disturbing feeling that she was being watched. Again she glanced around, nothing. Suddenly the aircraft started shaking, and the Pilots voice sounded over the loud speakers:
"Ladies and Gentlemen we are experiencing some turbulence so please remain calm. There is nothing......." The pilot's voice cut off suddenly as the passengers felt gravity pushing them up in to their seat. Oh God, Sara thought, we are about to fall. A thousand images flashed through her mind, what she wanted to do, what she should have done. Frankly some of her thoughts surpri