Magattahana
"A writer is a world trapped inside a person."
Zane and his twin sister, Abigayle, were on a flight from his native Manhattan to New Orleans for a convention of some kind. He wasn't really sure what exactly; the trip was Abs' idea. Some kind of nerdy stuff she was into. The flight was proceeding normally. Abs was engrossed in the in-flight movie, while her brother had already finished six packages of airline peanuts which, according to him, had nowhere near enough salt.
And then suddenly it felt as if a peal of thunder had struck the plane. Whereas most of the passengers began to panic as the aircraft started shaking, Abigayle simply let out a small sigh. "Well, that's a bloody shame, I wanted to know how it ended."
Zane rolled his eyes, and then glanced at the screen, "Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead."
"What?"
"Not important. Sis, hurry up, we have a crash to prevent." Zane was being stoic and grumpy as usual. Typical Zane, thought Abigayle. He could never just have fun while saving people's lives. He stood and his green eyes began to glow as he scanned the room. "You try to restart whatever was shut down, and I'll try to find who's responsible for this."
And then suddenly it felt as if a peal of thunder had struck the plane. Whereas most of the passengers began to panic as the aircraft started shaking, Abigayle simply let out a small sigh. "Well, that's a bloody shame, I wanted to know how it ended."
Zane rolled his eyes, and then glanced at the screen, "Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead."
"What?"
"Not important. Sis, hurry up, we have a crash to prevent." Zane was being stoic and grumpy as usual. Typical Zane, thought Abigayle. He could never just have fun while saving people's lives. He stood and his green eyes began to glow as he scanned the room. "You try to restart whatever was shut down, and I'll try to find who's responsible for this."
