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Sandy was reading a torch romance as the plane bumped along through minor turbulence as the ocean below rolled by at Jet aircraft speeds and some of the less well traveled fidgeted worried about nothing. She knew the statistics of flight from last years traveling partner who was a worry wart who couldn’t even climb aboard the final plane flown by the State director of antiquities who was an experienced pilot who’d flown in his country’s airforce for 20 years before become a politician and could land the thing on a postage stamp. Needless to say he received a fail on his assignment and changed his major while she’d gone onto handle her’s and his work without complaint and why she was so trusted now that she’s the point man this trip. 

 Sighing Sandy put away her book and fell asleep knowing she needed to store as much energy as she could because from this flight she would have to change flights two more times and then travel 135 kilometers to the dig over roads meant for donkeys and barely even met up to the standards they needed.

She was asleep instantly as she always was when she decided to sleep a talent she’d developed in foster homes as she grew up in Peachtree City Georgia. 

She wasn’t sure whether she woke because of the impact or the screams of her fellow passengers but Sandy knew she was in a crash so she balled herself up in the hopes that she could protect her arms and legs from damage. She wasn’t sure but she thought a rather large male passenger who was so fat he needed two seats was the soft landing she had when she was shot out of her seat and flung across the cabin.  Then there was the water which rushed in filling the craft and making the need to find the exit that much more important.

She wasn’t in a panic as she swam out of the sinking plane knowing from what she’d been taught about escaping a bus in a river that it would only speed up her end by burning up her breath before she could break the surface. It wasn’t as easy as her professor had explained to extricate herself and not panic but somehow she kept her cool and soon was breaking the surface of the water and sucking down as much air as she could to fill her starving lungs.

As she drifted on the surface trying to get her bearings something bumped her from beneath and seemed bent on pushing past her to the surface and at first she thought it was one of the other passengers but it turned out you can use parts of your seat as a floatation device. Not one to pass up on opportunity Sandy grabbed the cushion and climbed aboard so she could save energy not treading water.