This is chapter 3 of the story. Find out what happened to Eliza Clarke. Watch out for a new character that will appear here.

Nobody's POV

An Air Traffic Control Center in Wales spots that a civilian Airbus A380 has disappeared from the radar. They also lost radio contact with the plane. The only air traffic controller in the center, a newbie named Kyle William Lewis, feared the worst has happened, and he immediately calls the number of the British Coast Guard (Note: I don't know whether there is such a thing as British Coast Guard, and if there is, if it is called British Coast Guard) and tells them about the situation.

In a matter of minutes, British Coast Guard ships head towards the area 120 kilometers west of the Welsh coast, where Air Traffic told them where the Airbus was last seen on radar. They find the plane in 3 hours, with the help of a helicopter, which spots the wreckage area of the plane and then led the coast guard ships towards it. When the ships reach the vicinity of the crash, they start the search and rescue operations.

The rescue lasted a little over 12 hours, in which the rescuers now started to look for bodies around the area. The survivors were rushed towards the nearest hospitals by means of speedboats, and helicopters, if possible.

The retrieval operations only lasted for three days. It would have took longer, if not for the war that was ravaging the world at the time.

(2 years later)

Eliza Clarke's POV

I hear the sound of continuous explosions around me, and I feared that I was on the thick of the war, and I was about to die. I thought I was dead, but I wasn't. I try to wake up, but there was something stopping me from waking up. I did not know if it was fear, death, or some other type of horrible event.

I wasn't awake, which meant I had to dream at some point. I saw what I remember of my life flash before my eyes, until the point where I was packing my things to go somewhere, but I did not remember where.

A jolt kicks me back to the present. As I open my eyes, all I see was a very bright white light, and nothing else. Then I heard someone say, "If you don't see anything, it's alright. That's normal. I try to ask that person something, but it seemed that I forgot how to speak and so all that came out were sounds that sounded more like hums. I hear the person who spoke a while ago say, "Don't try to speak, and don't worry if you can't. That's expected." I was getting puzzled. Where was I? And why was being blind and mute expected of me? I ask myself all these questions, knowing I would not be able to answer them anytime soon. "Try to rest, Miss Clarke. You will need it once you gain your eyesight back.", the person tells me. So I close my eyes and try to sleep.

When I wake up again, I can now see, but my eyesight was real blurred. I can see colors and all that, but I can't seem to make out details. I see a blurred object move from the corner of my eye, and I realize that it must be a person, so I try to call out, "Hello!", but almost no sound came out of my mouth, and my voice sounded weak and unclear. I think the person must have heard what I just said, as she replied, "Stay here. I'll call the doctor, and the blurred figure ran out of the room.

I ask myself where I was and why there was a doctor seeing me. My first guess was that I was in the hospital, but if I was in the hospital, then why was I here. I try to think back to the last thing that I remember, but all I remember was me packing my stuff at home, and after that, nothing.

I hear the door open, and two blurred figures enter the room. I hear a male say to the woman who was here a while ago, "Kindly call this patient's relatives and tell them that she is awake." She replies, "Yes, Doctor." The girl leaves the room and I am left with the doctor, who starts to ask me some questions.

"Can you speak now?" I shake my head, realizing I can't speak. "Okay then. What we will do is, I will ask you some questions, and you will nod your head if your answer is yes, and shake it when the answer is no. Are you ready?" I nod, so he asks, "Is your name Eliza Clarke?" I nod. "Hmm, that's good. Can you see anything, Miss Clarke?" I think for a second, before nodding slowly. "Is your eyesight clear?" I shake my head. "Hmm…, that's expected. Can you feel your arms?" I feel someone pinch my arm, and I nod. "That's good. Your arms aren't paralyzed. Can you lift up your arms?" I try to lift my arms, but I just managed to lift them centimeters above the bed before my arms get tired. "That's okay, Miss Clarke. That's normal. How about your legs? Can you feel them?" I feel something hit my leg, so I nod. "That's good news. You're legs are not paralyzed either. Do you feel internal pain?" I shake my head. "Well, that's all the questions I can ask for now, Miss Clarke. I need to wait for your speech to come back before I can ask the rest of the questions. See you later." The doctor leaves the room and there was silence once again on the room. Now I was sure that I was in the hospital.

I stare at the ceiling for a while, as I could not sleep and there was nothing to do. I tried to sit on the bed, but I realized I was too weak to do so, and I just knew I could not do anything else. I get startled by the door opening and I see someone enter. It was not the doctor. I was sure of that. The figure of the person who entered seemed to be shorter, and was not wearing white clothes. And she had blonde hair.

"Hey Eliza. So the doctor just said that you're awake, but you can't speak or see clearly yet. You may not know who I am, but I sure do know about you. Your father told me a lot about you." I realize that she was a girl. I did not recognize her voice, but I let her continue. "You're going to be fine, Eliza, okay? I'll make sure of that." I nod my head, as if I was agreeing to something, which she notices.

She heads towards what seemed to be a chair at the edge of the room and sits down for a while. I strangely feel better, now that there was someone here with me. She stands up after an hour and tells me, "I have to leave now. I have to go to my job. Don't worry, I'll be here later after my shift ends. She leaves the room and I wonder who she was, as I had no idea who she might be. Soon I felt drowsy and before I know it, I fall asleep.

I suddenly wake up, awakened by a nightmare I just dreamt about. The dream was all about the war that was taking place, and the soldiers on both sides looked like ghastly shadows whose faces can't be seen. The worst part of the dream was the part when my parents die as I stood on the corner as I could not do anything to save them. I did not understand what the dream was all about, and why my parents died on it.

I open my eyes, forgetting for a second that I was in the hospital, so I panicked, then I realized where I was and I take a deep breath. It took me a few minutes to realize that I could see clearly, and I started to notice the hospital room I was in. There was a TV in front of me, and also some hospital equipment beside me. I realize that I did not look good at all. Tubes crisscrossed my arms and body, and connected to some of the hospital equipment around me. I had this urge to turn on the TV, so I try to reach out for the TV remote which was conveniently placed in the bedside table. That's when I realized that I can move my arms better now, but it was still difficult for me to get a hold of the remote. Once I placed my hand on the TV remote, I try to get a grip on it, but I did not know how to grip an object at the moment, so I tried to slide it towards my other hand. I would try to catch it so that I can watch TV.

It took 10 minutes, but I finally got a secure hold over the remote, so I try to press the power button, but it was easier said than done, but I managed to turn on the TV just in time to see this on the screen 2047 British Broadcasting Corporation. All rights reserved" At first I could not believe it. Then the next program seemingly confirmed what the year was. It was a documentary about the effects of The New World War, which I knew was what people called the war. The war had been finished just last year, the documentary said, while my last memory was when the war was still ongoing on the year 2045. Now I was wondering to myself why I remember nothing from the last two years. What really happened? I knew I could not answer my own questions just yet, so I decided to continue watching that documentary. While I was watching the TV, the doctor arrived.

"Hello Miss Clarke." He looks at me, and sees that I was staring at the TV. "I see you got your eyesight back. Am I right?" I nod. I wanted to ask the doctor what year it was now to make sure, but I felt that my vocal cords were still very weak so I decided not to say anything.

I saw tears in the doctor's eyes as he stopped to look at the television, and he was trying to stop himself from crying. He must have lost someone in the war. He clears his throat and tells me, "Sorry, Miss Clarke. I have to go. I can't watch any more of this." He walks out and closes the door, but that did not prevent me from hearing him cry outside my room. I felt bad for him.

While watching the documentary, I felt myself get angry, especially towards those people who started this terrible war, so I tried to switch channels, even though I can't control my hands fully yet.

I found out that there were not that many channels to choose from, so I decided to watch TCC, The Comedy Channel. It was showing a 2000s TV Show called The Office US, and I thought of that decade. A part of myself wished to have been born during that time period, as they looked very happy from that time. But well, I was born in 2030, and the war was just beginning to erupt from the Americas, so I did not really know what peace felt like.

That reminded me of something that happened when I was 6 years old. We were hiding with our family in our reinforced cellar in our house. I was reading a book, and I came upon the sentence 'It's better to have a disadvantageous peace than an advantageous war', so I asked my mom, Nina Martin this question, "Mom, what is peace?" I can always remember my mom's answer to that question. "Liz, peace is the time when you see the sun shining brightly, and you have the freedom to play outside, knowing nothing will ever hurt you. It is the time that when you see the snow, you smile because you know you can throw snowballs with other kids. In short, peace is the feeling of happiness."

Who is the mystery woman who visits Eliza Clarke in the hospital? All I can say is that she is not an OC. First one to answer will get a shoutout on my next chapter, and maybe an opportunity to create one of the future characters in this story.