[i]Cal was unable to breathe. She was in the middle of a panic attack, something she used to have often even before the development of her powers. Her breathing was coming in short bursts, that would eventually end with her holding her breath until she felt light headed. She would then release the air in her lungs with a pitiful gasp before sucking in more air. She could hear the guards around her snickering, taking great joy in the mental pain Cal was suffering. She tried to ignore them. She tried to think of a happy memory to take her away from this plane and this feeling of doom. 

The only memory Cal associated with planes was the time her family took a trip to Disney World. Diana, Cal's older sister, wasn't too into the idea of seeing a bunch sweaty dudes in costumes, but seeing the look of joy on her little sister's face when she hugged a giant mouse mascot, was one that she would never forget. She knew that sitting on the nightstand in her bedroom was a picture of Cal and her big sister, posing in front of the Disney Castle. Cal look was elated, a giant smile plastered on her ice cream smeared face, and Diana was even grinning just the slightest bit.[/i]

Cal could feel her insides flop around as the plane experienced what Cal could only assume was turbulence. She was still hyperventilating, her vision swimming as she tried to keep a hold of herself. But she was slipping fast. No matter how many memories she could think of, all Cal could remember was the look of fear on her families face when she powers first emerged. The sounds of her parents, trying to assure Cal that everything would work out in the end. The sounds of Diana screaming as the police forces knocked Cal unconscious. 

Suddenly there was screaming all around her. Cal hadn't even noticed that the guards near her had suddenly run off, to where Cal hadn't been watching. The plane had become very shaky, in a way that Cal assumed wasn't proper for a plane. And the screaming, so much screaming. The screaming knocked Cal out of her panic attack, and for several moments she wondered what was happening. Her breathing slowed as she looked around as much as she could while restrained. What was happening? Cal hadn't been paying attention. And if she didn't know any better she would have guessed the plane was crashing.

And then there was a deafening boom and a blinding flash. 

Maybe this was what dying felt like. And if this was true, Cal didn't think dying was all that bad. She almost felt peaceful. And warm. So very warm...it was almost like she was burning. Wait...maybe she was burning. Cal's eyes shot open as the searing pain in her side began to intensify. She quickly tried to scramble away from the flames created by the crash. Cal tried to connect the dots on what was happening. They crashed, and she somehow lived. 

And Somehow she was gonna get home.

Cal struggled to her feet, wincing at the pain in her side. Her clothes had been singed away there as well, revealing the burnt flesh. That was gonna hurt for a few days. Cal looked around for a moment, taking in the pure terror of it all. And as she began to sprint into the forest, she only hoped she would find some good luck, and maybe something to eat and drink. She wondered how many survived the crash, how many freaks and how many people with superpowers. She only hoped those who died died quickly.