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September 15, 1995 [/b]
Pacific Ocean, 110 miles west of Costa Rica [/color][hr][/right]
[indent]There was no way she wanted her orbituary to read that she was an uneventful photojournalist from Parksville, South Carolina. She stood there in silence for a moment before she felt her body shake as someone took her shoulders. When she came out of it, she saw Daniel, who was already going through the premeasures even though he was terrified. As Jules tried to get her wits together, dropping the book she held in her hands she could feel the plane whine and tremble. She knew it all too well. After all, her father had warned of her of everything bad that could happen on a plane and what to do in such a situation. Daniel spoke out to her, determined in his own way.

“Jules—”

Before he could finish his sentence there was a loud [i][b]snap.[/b][/i]


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