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Amelia Sharpova | Age 10 | Passenger

The little white-blonde girl lay dazed in what appeared to be the rubble of what was formerly the seat she sat in for the plane ride. Stars swarmed her vision as she tried to move. No luck. Move! she mentally hissed to herself as she tried again for any sign of movement from her body other than the tilt of her head and the wandering of her eyes. Where was she? As far as her memory served her, she'd been on a plane back to London to visit granny and grandpa...so where was here exactly? Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she tried searching for that voice her parents said she always seemed to have. However, today seemed to be a day where it wasn't working. Where are mama and papa?

William Kugler | Age 19 | Passenger

William Kugler was less than pleased with the circumstances that fell before him now, and a few moments before. First, it was just his luck that he'd be in the loo while the plane was going down. Second, he'd barely just got out when the plane roughly embraced the surface of the earth. This colossal clash sent him tumbling across the body of the plane and before he knew it,
his world went black. Third, as far as his eyes could see, granted he was barely able to raise his head away from face-down in the silty dirt,
were the colors blue, green, and brown.

Grunting, the stuntman and model found the strength to prop himself up into a sitting position, a much better vantage point than that of pancake flat against the ground. All around him he saws the scattered remains of what used to be the plane. Christ, things are still smoking...and... He didn't finish his thought as his golden-amber eyes slowly recognized the deathly faces of fellow passengers that were with him on the flight. Sweet baby Jesus... His eyes followed the pale and limply hanging hand that hung over the side of one of the now destroyed seats. The ghostly trail lead to the lifeless fair face of a woman looking to be in her mid-30s, but could probably pass as younger. There was a sort of beauty in the stillness of her being.
Her well-shaped face and facial features, her fair skin and long, white-blonde hair, her near ice-queen-like appearance, these all radiated to Kugler that this woman was probably important in some way, but what way he was unsure of.

As he continued his sitting scan from he cast off the side of the plane position, passing over too many bodies of the lifeless for his comfort, he couldn't help but notice the faint flicker of life in the eyes of one of the unmoving bodies. Was it just his imagination? At first he thought this woman - no, girl - was the first woman he saw, but he was wrong. Completely wrong. If he were to guess now, he'd guess that this girl was that woman's daughter. How on earth a girl that young could survive such a crash was beyond him, but either way, the two seemed to be having a staring contest of analytical wills.

One wondered, one echoed a cry for help, both eyes, amber and blue, seemed to have something in common, but what was it?