Jason slid in the gravel upon the crash, and landed hard on his rear end. "Shit!" he yelped, watching the world around him shake for a moment. Then it stopped.

He stood up and dusted himself off, noticing a light showering of sandy dirt falling around him. He stepped under a T shaped beam in a vain attempt to shield himself from debris before seeing the shimmering light coming from the middle of the construction zone. "Oh shit, it's a plane dude, someone crashed a little plane!" he said to Iikka, not sure where his nutty friend had gone. He got up and ran in the direction of the plane crash. 

To his surprise, Maxine was already there gaping at it. He stared at her for a split second wondering what on earth she was doing here, but turned his attention to the... what? That certainly wasn't a plane. Whatever glorious craft it had been it was quite ruined now, but surely it had a pilot.

There was a banging on the wall of the craft.

"I think... someone's in there..." he said to Maxine somewhat stupidly, "HEY! ARE YOU OK!?" he shouted at the plane. The damn thing rocked a bit, but he couldn't see a door. The alarm in him rose, "I don't know how to get them out!" he said to Maxine. 

"Call 911??"