Yoshinaga coughed. She could hear other people stirring around her. A few people sounding off in English, muttering in Mandarin or Japanese. She looked out the window. All she could see were trees. The plane had crashed had crashed somewhere in a jungle, from the looks of it. It was a miracle they hadn't been shredded and pulverized when they hit the ground.

She moved toward the cockpit, seemingly having the same idea as someone else: a young woman around her own age, though she couldn't tell her ethnicity in the low light. Yoshinaga cleared her throat. "Do you need some help?" Koi asked.

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