[center][u][b][h2][color=fff200]Liv Lazarro[/color][/h2][/b][/u][/center]
It was a sunny day. The perfect day for flying, their pilot had announced almost an hour ago. Liv knew he was right. She looked out into the sky, cotton-candy like clouds blocking the view of whatever city or town was below them. Between the white puff of clouds, Liv saw the bright blueness of the sea. They were still far from their destination, but she couldn't help wondering if this year's trip would be at a beach. Perhaps somewhere calm and peaceful. Marco definitely needed the calm after being subjected to the everlasting noise in the big city.

Marco. Liv turned away from the window to look at the person sat next to her. Her mother - adoptive mother, but that was information that hadn't seemed relevant for years now - cradled her little brother in her arms, the year old infant smiling up at familiar eyes. The smile seemed to brighten when blue eyes found Liv staring. Liv smiled softly at Marco, before scrunching her nose as she leaned towards him.

[color=fff200]"Uhh, mom. I think you need to change him,"[/color] she giggled lightly. The giggle turned into full-blown laughter as her mother mimicked her actions. Liv waved a tiny goodbye to Marco as they moved out of the seat and headed to the restrooms. Left alone, Liv turned to look back out the window. She could see it clearly now. There was a town below them. Liv had taken to imagining the lives of the people living in the cities they passed through. She imagined a young boy falling asleep in the middle of his classes. She thought about a middle-aged woman that was taking care of her garden. She pictured young lovers sneaking short letters to each other. "What's got you smiling like that?"

She was shaken out of her musings by the gruff voice of her father. She turned to look at him - at his dark eyes behind his rimmed glasses. His smile was so much like Marco's. [color=fff200]"I was just thinking,"[/color] she replied. When her father nodded his acceptance of her answer and asked if she wanted something to eat. [color=fff200]"I'm good."[/color] She smiled back to her father who had stood up as well to find the lady in charge of the food tray and maybe check up on his wife. Once again, Liv was alone. She can't help thinking about the past few years she'd spent with the family. The happiness she hadn't thought she'd be able to feel. It felt weird. Good weird, yes, but still weird.

She checked her phone - put on airplane mode as usual - to see the time. It was past noon, and she really should have asked for food. She hadn't eaten anything since they boarded. She turned in her seat to look over where her father had gone. She blinked. And she blinked again. The seats behind theirs were empty. Even that of the other aisles. They were empty. She saw a head bob up from the back rows - a kid around the age of ten she'd seen when they were boarding. "Mom?" a young girl's voice - she guessed to be around six - piped up. And then a piercing cry. [i]Marco.[/i]

Liv was quick to stand and run towards the restrooms, but she'd hardly taken three steps when the place turned on its side. The air was filled with the frightened scream of children and Liv looked frantically around. Where were the flight attendants? What was the pilot doing? Where were her parents? Liv fell to the ground, unable to keep her balance with whatever force was happening to the plane. Were they falling? Crashing? Liv's heart thudded in her chest, fear flowing wildly in her veins. Marco. She had to get Marco.

Her ears felt like it would pop from the pressure, and then everything was black.