"I'm sorry," the flight attendant said, "we're just experiencing some turbulence. Please remain calm."

"That's what they said last time." Claire whispered to her son. Aaron smiled; he knew this flight was never going to reach LAX.

He turned to Clementine Phillips, she had insisted on coming with them. "You regretted coming with us yet?" Aaron asked smiling.

"No." Clementine said sternly. She was gripping the arms of her chair tightly, her eyes closed tight.

Aaron grinned and patted her hand reassuringly.

"Why did we have to convince all those other people to come along too?" Clementine asked Claire.

"We had to ensure everyone was aboard, an old friend of mine requested it." Claire replied calmly even though the plane was now rocking around quite violently.

Clementine couldn't believe the coolness on Aaron and Claire's faces. Claire was grinning like an excitable child and Aaron was cool and smiling calmly. Clementine meanwhile was desperately trying not to look scared in front of Aaron.

Clementine wanted to scream, but, gritted her teeth; she wouldn't let Aaron mock her terror later. Besides, she'd worked hard to get her. She had met Charlie Hume, he'd told her about his world travels and she had managed to convince him to head to LA next. She was good at persuading people to do things. Her father had told her it ran in her genes.

She could also read people and assess how easy they'd be to trick, but, if there was two people she couldn't trick it was Claire and Aaron, she'd listened intently behind a door when Aunty Claire, Aunty Kate and her dad had sat down to tell Aaron the truth about his birth. And when Claire had said she and Aaron where going on holiday to Australia, Clementine knew they were lying and demanded that she'd be allowed to come along. Aaron had grinned and pulled out a third ticket saying "We knew you'd want to come."

Clementine was getting very nervous now. She looked around her for friendly faces; she spotted Charlie who was intently reading a book, trying desperately to ignore the shouts of panic from passengers and the vibrations of the plane.

Somewhere in front of her was a bloke called Miles Straume, she wasn't completely sure who he was or why he'd agreed to come along, but she only remembered him shouting at Claire that "he'd never go back." And yet here he was.

Daring a look behind her she spotted a old man, his face unreadable, he had long grey hair and light tanned skin, she knew he was Spanish, she thought his name was Ricardo. She'd met him before the flight, she thought he must be about eighty, but, he laughed saying he was older than he looked.

He saw her looking at him and he gave her a small smile to try and reassure her, it was unconvincing, he was obviously terrified.

She was certain there was a lot more, but, she didn't have time to look because at that moment one of the wings fell off and the plane began to fall, crash landing on the beach of a tropical island.

I may or may not continue this story, I just liked the idea of it.