[b]"Get off the plane," Julian gasped. His eyes widened and chest broadened as he repeated in a shout. "Everyone get off the goddamn plane!"[/b]

Edward gave a start, eyes opening. Vision blurred from a thin film of moisture over his brown orbs. Before his head had caught up with him, he felt the ache first. The young man hadn't felt such an ache before, even after a double shift at the steel mill. He reached down, a dull pain flooding his arm as he did so. He placed his hand upon his chest and abdomen, and was so very thankful that he couldn't feel anything broken. [i]But why would I...?[/i]

Realization dawned on him like the sun's light waking him up in the morning on his off day. It was just as unpleasant of an experience as well. He began to suck in deep breaths, the air around him ice cold and he felt like he was filling his lungs with shards. "Holy sh...I mean...this is a drag." 

He realized just how much of an understatement that was after he said it. [i]This can't be real. You're dreaming. You dozed off on the plane and you're dreaming. I know you daydream a lot but this is taking it too far[/i]. The chill air felt all too real however, as did his ache. The surrounding plane was too detailed and...fire. "Jesus." he said when he noticed it, trying to unbuckle himself. For a few nerve wracking seconds, he couldn't get it to come off. He nearly tried to rip it free before it whipped across and smacked the passenger next to him. Edward glanced to his side, and he let out a shout when he realized the business man that had sat next to him was now a cold corpse. His unseeing eyes gazed at Edward, hanging limply by a broken neck. "I gotta book it out of here." he breathed, and swallowed. 

He was hyperventilating now as he stood up, just after the older black passenger had passed him with the equipment. He needed to grab his medicine. He needed it! He scrambled at the latch of the overhead compartment, not caring anymore for politeness and ripping the small door open. It caused him to lose balance however and he fell backwards, roughly hitting the arm of the chair across from him and having his things spill atop of him. He gathered them all up, placing his inhaler in his pocket as he looked around. The fire felt nice, but he wasn't about to stay. As he followed the man heading to the back of the plane, he suddenly felt a tinge of something in the back of his chest. An inner pain he almost didn't recognize. Regret.