A/N: Please remember that I don't own any of this and just write for fun.
"Dad, are you ok?" Sam asked as she roused her unconscious father from the cockpit. She thought that she must have hit her head in the crash because she had the strangest, most vivid dream about a school.
"Sam!" Jack shouted as he awoke. "I must have blacked out…are you hurt?"
"I'm fine Dad," Sam said as she unstrapped herself from the seat. She climbed out of the plane and looked at the wreckage. "Do you remember anything about the crash?" Sam asked. She remembered trees, but they were now in an open field. There was that dream about that school, and then a woman…Sam wheeled around, looking for someone. Someone that should be wearing…green?
"I don't remember anything. Engine trouble maybe, then this," Jack said, stretching his arms out to indicate the pieces of the plane scattered about.
Sam looked at the wreckage. There were no marks in the grass around them. It was like the pieces were just placed there. Actually, it was like someone that had no idea what a plane was put some pieces in the field. Did this plane fall apart in the sky, it didn't make any sense why two wings were placed neatly on one side and the wheels were placed together on the other. Just then, she had some kind of vision. Her head swirled and she saw a forest. The forest. The Forbidden Forest.
"Sam, what's the matter?" Jack said as he steadied his daughter. "You looked like you were going to faint."
"I don't know," Sam said. "I saw this forest. Do you remember a forest?"
Jack looked at Sam. She must have hit her head and he was getting worried. "There was no forest, Sam," Jack said. "We need to get you to hospital."
Just then, a Range Rover crested a hill from the north and drove towards them. An old man sprung from the vehicle with more energy than someone his age should have.
"Hellooo," the man said. "Can I be of help? Looks like you've had a bit of a tragedy."
Sam noticed that the man was wearing a purple shirt and lime green trousers. He was odd-looking, like…like a…it was on the tip of her tongue…
"Oh, young lady, are you all right?" the man said as he watched Jack steady her.
"I think she needs a doctor," Jack said.
"I can help you. Jump in!" the old man said. "This is all my property so your plane will be safe here. Do you want to grab your bags?"
Jack took their bags and put them in the back of the Range Rover.
"I'm fine," Sam said. "I'm just tired I guess."
"We'll get you checked out," Jack said. Turning to the man as they drove across the fields, he asked, "where are we exactly?"
"Just outside of Flodden," the man said proudly. "The place has been in my family for hundreds of years." The Range Rover finally bounced on to a paved road. "We should be in town in no time."
"Flodden? Is that in Scotland?" Jack asked.
"Northumberland," the man said.
"Northumberland? We were flying over Scotland, southeast of Glasgow. That's a hundred miles or more off course. What day is it?" Jack asked.
"Today is Monday," the man answered.
"Monday?" Jack exclaimed. "We were flying on Friday. Have we been unconscious for days?"
Sam noticed that the old man was getting nervous. She could tell something was up.
"You look fine to me," the man said. "Oh look, there is Flodden in the distance."
The man didn't say another word the rest of the trip.