[ WP ] You 're on a plane , and it 's going down .

I was practically expressionless as my seat jerked and I spun over and over. I did n't hear anything anymore. I could n't take it. Mothers and fathers telling their children everything will be okay, more couples grasping each other for the last time, crying into each other's shirts. The jet's screams. The children's cries. My own sobs were drowned out. I could n't fathom it. So I did n't watch it anymore. I did n't here it. I closed my eyes and waited. But I could n't stop myself from thinking. Amelia would miss me so much. How would she tell our son? Jack's only four now, I do n't think he's even heard the word'death' yet. How would they stay afloat? Where would they get money from? Who are they going to turn to... I opened my eyes for a short second. We had broken the clouds, now we had a clear view of the land that would be our tomb. Oh Amelia... she had just said she wanted to take a family trip to her parent's place when I got back. Head out for the night just her and I, find a nice restaurant. The jet was screaming again. Jack had called before I got on the flight. He told me he had just rode his bike without training wheels for the first time. I told him I'd be home to see it in person in no time. I opened my eyes again. I assumed I had ten, fifteen seconds to think. `` I'll only be gone for a weekend.''
