The very next day following the accident, a special service was held in the cemetery to honor the young lives that were lost. The pastor was quoting various scriptures from the bible. All seven survivors we're at the ceremony. Jessie, Emily, and Samantha were all together weeping hysterically in the front row. Jeff was standing over the grave of one of his now deceased friends. Sam just sat there with a blank face. Jordan sat beside a tree under the shade. Nick was just walking around looking at the different graves. Jordan sat under the tree until the service ended. As people exited, Sarah McLachlan's song "In the Arms of an Angel" started to play. Jordan just stood in the middle of the cemetery, not knowing where to go. That's when Nick walked up to him.
"You alright?" he asked with his hands in his pockets.
"Uh, yeah I- I'm fine." Jordan stammered. "It's just, it's an awful feeling when so many people you've known for almost all your life just die!" he confessed.
"But just remember, if it wasn't for you, seven more people would be dead. You saved us."
"Thanks, but I don't know if it's over."
"If what's over?"
"Death. I mean, remember that story about the dude who freaked out on the plane? He had a vision just like I did and got his friends off just before it exploded. Then, all his friends started dying. They started dying in the order they would of if they'd stayed on that plane. His vision was just like mine!"
"What are you saying, man?" Nick demanded.
"I'm saying…. jus- just try to watch out for signs, okay?' he pleaded.
"Damn, if you're right, I'm just gonna pray to the Almighty I'm not first!"
"I'm serious. Look, if you see anything that seems weird or suspicious or whatever, just call me or let me know! Okay?" Nick nodded. They both walked away, each hoping they would live to see tomorrow.