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sorrydontsuitme2014-01-10 11:16 pm
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(Up in the air, on Oceanic Flight 815)
Last thing he's expectin' when he opens his eyes is not to be on the plane. His heart's poundin' like a damn drum, and he thinks he must've blacked out after all that turbulence. He sure don't remember the plane landing and everyone filin' off nice and neat, but here he is, steppin' through a door like nothin' happened.
Followin' right behind is the pretty girl with the dark hair from a few rows back, the one he saw before they took off. So maybe bein' on the plane wasn't no dream after all. He makes room for her just this side of the door. He might be rattled, but he ain't gonna show it.
"Hell of a flight, wasn't it."
This ain't normal, he realizes when he looks around. For one thing, ain't no one else there. Could be they're the last two off the plane, but that don't make no sense. Neither does this little room that ain't got nothin' in it but a monitor and one more door. Neither, he decides, do the handcuffs on this woman. He looks from her hands to her face, back to her hands again, then to the room around them.
"Well, damn, little lady." Looks like wasn't the only one got in a pickle Down Under. They say misery loves company. They also say there's honor among thieves. He don't believe neither of those things, but he knows trouble when he sees it. "You got a key for those things?"
Last thing he's expectin' when he opens his eyes is not to be on the plane. His heart's poundin' like a damn drum, and he thinks he must've blacked out after all that turbulence. He sure don't remember the plane landing and everyone filin' off nice and neat, but here he is, steppin' through a door like nothin' happened.
Followin' right behind is the pretty girl with the dark hair from a few rows back, the one he saw before they took off. So maybe bein' on the plane wasn't no dream after all. He makes room for her just this side of the door. He might be rattled, but he ain't gonna show it.
"Hell of a flight, wasn't it."
This ain't normal, he realizes when he looks around. For one thing, ain't no one else there. Could be they're the last two off the plane, but that don't make no sense. Neither does this little room that ain't got nothin' in it but a monitor and one more door. Neither, he decides, do the handcuffs on this woman. He looks from her hands to her face, back to her hands again, then to the room around them.
"Well, damn, little lady." Looks like wasn't the only one got in a pickle Down Under. They say misery loves company. They also say there's honor among thieves. He don't believe neither of those things, but he knows trouble when he sees it. "You got a key for those things?"