Huh. What do you know? I'm not as paranoid as the rest of the Flock! –le gasp-

Ahem. I discovered this when we got on the plane this afternoon. Or was it yesterday afternoon? I dunno which, cause it's around midnight now. Maybe earlier, maybe later, and I don't feel like checking a clock.

Anyway, not long after we took off, the Flock, especially Max, started to get edgy. I think the rest of my group are claustrophobic… Then again, I'm hydrophobic, which I learned meant fear of water. At least if the water goes to above my knees.

Geez, I'm getting off topic. I think they were going to snap with tension, and we weren't even halfway to Africa.

Dr. Martinez then brought out the big gun; chocolate. That… semi-calmed everyone down, oddly enough, because isn't chocolate supposed to make you hyper?

So now, Max put me on watch, I guess so I could warn everyone if the plane went down in a huge flaming ball of metal… and then she fell asleep.

Unfortunately for me, I am a) a night owl and part cat, so I stay up late. And get hyperest late at night and b) I had chocolate. That should be enough explanation.

So I, hyper cat-girl, was supposed to be quiet while I was wide awake, on a plane, without anything to do cause my fellow 'friends' (little traitors; leave me alone when I want them awake so I can laugh at their spazzness…) to wake up, therefore causing me to get yelled at by Max, and which will most likely end up…. Not well. Heck, even one of the pilots is asleep!

So now I'm doodling out of sheer boredom. I found a sketchbook in Ella's bag. And a pencil…. It is mine now. The book was blank, anyway. And the pencil was a REAL pencil, with a good eraser and everything.

I'm going off-topic again…

And talking to myself.

That's not a good sign.

At that moment, the pilot or co-pilot (I don't know which one) came over a little speaker and said, "We will be hitting some turbulence soon; I advise you to buckle up."

The responses to this news; Iggy snored. Max simply shifted a bit in her sleep. Dr. Martinez said in her dreams, "No, Jeb, those are our potatoes… get away from our food…"

….Okay then… Moving on…

And then we hit the turbulence. Lovely.

I bounced up and down in my seat, trying to keep my pencil from marking my drawing and ruining it. I had not buckled my seatbelt, so I was currently being thrown around like I was in a dryer.

If the pilot/co-pilot's announcement hadn't woken up anyone, this did. Max woke up immediately and apparently thought someone was attacking her, so she threw her arms out in hopes to catch them by surprise. She hit Fang, who was sleeping by her.

The poor boy didn't get out of the way fast enough. That's going to leave a mark.

Gazzy's eyes flew open as the plane dipped slightly, making him bounce in his seat. He nearly landed on top of Nudge. His blood-sister hung onto her seat for dear life. Iggy, meanwhile, snored, but it broke off as the plane bounced again.

I was busy clinging to my own seat, in a similar fashion to Angel. One big difference between us was that while Angel used her fingers, I used claws to hang onto the seat. It was similar to how a cat hangs onto a tree trunk.

The plane recoiled back up and down. The Flock, Ella, and Dr. Martinez were imitating Angel's cling to the seat. No one imitated me, seeing as I was so much better with my claws. (Author's Commentary: Crim swoops down, saying, "Bad Spark! Stop being so egotistical!" Ahem.) Then, as the planed dunked down again, my claws started to leave some marks on the seats of our lovely private jet plane.

"Spark!" Max yelled, somehow managing to speak while being thrashed, "Stop destroying the plane!"

"I can't help it!" I yowled back, as the plane began bouncing even more. A sound of ripping cloth came from my seat. I looked outside the window, and saw that, surprisingly, we were in the middle of a huge cloud. It was probably a storm.

The pilot stuck his head in our part of the plane and shouted, "Sorry! The wind drove us off course, and now we're in a thunderstorm! Hold on!"

Fang muttered, "Shouldn't he be driving the plane? Trying to get us out of this?"

I thought, 'Well. This is just dandy.'

Yes I used the word dandy. Deal with it.

And then, my brain finally realized what this meant for us: If the plane is caught in a thunderstorm, it could crash. If we crash, then a) what will Dr. Martinez, Ella, and the pilot/co-pilot do? and b) We were in the middle of a storm, and you're not supposed to fly in a thunderstorm, and c) if we landed…. We're probably in the middle of the ocean, though it's too dark to tell. Since we're not supposed to fly, and we should get on the ground… If we don't fly we land in the water. And swim.

One problem; I can't swim. My fear of water had forever prevented me from learning.

This was going to be… interesting, to say the least.

The plane went up and down, it dipped and dove. Then, it didn't dip up again. It just went down.

I'm not saying it went straight down like some aerial version of the Titanic. It instead went at an angle.

Oh, why did nature have to torture me with the fact that there was a huge expanse of water beneath me, which I was zooming towards?

WHY?!!? WHY!?!?!

Ahem.

The plane went past the cloud, faster and faster. I heard the pilot panicking from the control compartment up ahead.

Then, we landed. Somewhat.

We were on land! Precious land! Not water! The pilot was braking (is that possible on a plane?) and the rest of us were bonking our heads on the roof of the plane.

It skidded forwards, eventually slowing to a halt.

When it did, all the passengers were thrown forwards, making us land on top of each other, and pressed up against the walls.

I detangled myself from the dog pile, and looked out the window. I could see, just barely and by the starlight, see a plain stretching in front of me. My tail twitched in surprise and anticipation.

"Well," I said, "we're in Africa now!"

Max, who had gotten up, smacked me around my ears.