Jon made his way out of his apartment- a backpack on his back and a small suitcase in tow. He quickly threw them into his car and sped off- he had forgotten to lock his apartment, but his mind was far from that. The door could stay unlocked, he was too much in a hurry to turn around and lock it. Of course, the traffic flow had to be unusually heavy, when he needed to be to the airport within the hour. He tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel- breathing a sigh of relief. Thirty minutes later, he arrived at the airport, it still was going to be a stretch for him to make his flight, but he hurried, and managed to get onto the plane as last call was being made. Of course, he had gotten a first class seat- he felt as if he needed the extra room. He threw his bag down at his feet, and buckeled up- some people got nervous on planes but this wasn't Jon at all- he had been on enough planes in his life to be completely comfortable with the mode of travel. As soon as the plane took off, he took out a medical terminology book and some empty notecards- if he was going to be stuck on an eight hour flight, he might as well do something useful with it. He fumbled for his pen, and then got absorbed into the task at hand, beginning to make notecards for about 250 different words he needed to completely memorize. A little while later, the pilot came over the speaker, saying that something had gone wrong and they needed to brace for impact. Jon got a little nervous, but it wasn't until the back of the plane blew up that reality set in. The last thing he thought about before the world faded to black was that of course with the luck he was having that this would happen.