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The Invisible World

 

You stand at the edge of a river whose waters are deep, dark, and dangerously swift.  A thick mist clings to it but if you look hard enough you can make out a shore on the other side.  It’s always been there though nobody else around you seems to see it.  The world on this side of the river is known to you and comfortable.  They don’t understand why you’d ever want to leave it.  Yet you do.  You always have felt drawn to that distant land.  


So you wait on the bank.  What are you waiting for?  You don’t know.  Something though. It will come when it needs to.  It’s a truth.  It has to be.  You’ve waited your whole life here hoping beyond reason that it be so.


A distant light flickers in the mist while a familiar tune reaches your ears.  It grows larger as it draws nearer.  The melody grows more familiar.  You can begin to make out the words.  


Row, row, row your boat,

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.


You can see it now.  A long, narrow boat seems to glide effortlessly through the quiet pull of the river.  There are no oars.  Indeed, nothing you can make out explains how it cuts across and yet on some level you accept that this is how it is.  The way the boat is shaped is odd.  The angles are harsh.  The cut of it is so jarring to the mind that you find it hard to focus on them.  Instead, you look to the two silhouettes within.


A man on the far side of the boat stands tall and bent while covered in a dark cowl with frayed and unravelled edges. The covered figure is not bent over. No. He is crooked as if whatever was beneath the covering was contorted into something only vaguely recognizable as human.  He said not a word as the boat drew close.  You knew instinctively that this was how it should be.  That man does not talk.  Cannot talk.  Must not talk.


The other man faced away from the shore and towards his companion.  It was from him that the song came and it was only as the boat hit the shore that he stopped.  He turned towards you, and without rising proffered a helping hand.  


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Heavy lids flicker open.  It was just a dream and the details of it slowly slip away from waking memory.  Such is the way of dreams.  The unconscious mind is capable of understanding things the consciousness has simply no way of interpreting rationally.  It tries to nudge us here and there but so often those little hints go unnoticed or misinterpreted.  Then again, sometimes a dream is only just a dream.


The real world pulls you from your thoughts as the plane shakes.   A cart rolls down an aisle and crashes and topples over in the back of the plane.  People pay it only a passing notice.  No stewardess is seen rushing to pick it up.  No voice is heard warning passengers to their seats as the plane continues to experience turbulence.  Nothing happens.  Nobody stirs.  A moment of deep confusion is shared by the odd twenty or so passengers.


A small number but the evidence of there having been more is plain around them.  Luggage is packed above every seat, plates of food and drinks are abandoned across the plane.  If someone bothered to reach down and check a seat they’d find it still warm.  This plane has been filled only minutes ago and now it was nearly empty.  Course, that was not the reason for the remaining passengers’ distress.


They didn’t belong here.  It was wrong.  They had all been somewhere else.  Some had been in bed, others simply napping, and yet they all wound up here on this plane going who knows where.  For all this though, there was an odd calm to it.  Nobody was panicking just yet.  Everyone seemed to be taking a moment to work through it all before they even decided if it was even real much less react to it.  


Nearby a pair of men sat together as they shared hurried whispers.  One man, who we shall name The German, spoke soothing as he tried to calm his compatriot.  He had an obvious accent that wouldn’t have sounded out of place for a villain for some nineties action flick.  His friend, The Malcontent, was clearly older and had a casual refinement to him that went beyond his clothes.  The way he looked about him seemed to suggest that rather than surprise at waking up here he was annoyed at the inconvenience and somehow it was all The German’s fault.


On the other side of the plane, snuggled deep into a window seat, sat The Child.  A young boy of no more than ten looked about the cabin like a rabbit about to run.  They were clearly alarmed and were likely plucked from their bed if their Batman pajamas was any evidence.  Their eyes, however, always found their way back to the window.  There was something out there that both terrified and fascinated The Child.


In the middle aisle between them sat The Troubled and The Dreamer.  The Troubled was a young woman who clicked her nails in quick succession on her armrest while taking deep controlled breaths.  What exactly she was hoping to accomplish even she likely didn’t know but she felt compelled to continue doing it anyway.  The Dreamer was an old man who continued to snore peacefully with a content smile on his face.  The woman glared at him.


The Brave was a man who has risen from his seat to look about the plane.  He clearly was confused as any of them but he seemed to have a level head.  The Brave explored the ship and began looking through any cabinets and compartments.  He wasn’t sure what he was looking for but he felt certain that there must be something.


The Lost hid inside a bathroom and was quite happy being there.  They had called out initially but upon finding that others were there seemed to have calmed down.  What they were doing or how they had gotten in there was anyones guess.


The door to the nose of the plane stood ajar though nobody has discovered this of yet or if they had they certainly hadn’t risen up the courage to look inside.  While the opposite end of the plane a hatch on the floor lay open and down below awaited the cargo hold of the plane.

 

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Christopher Alan Lloyd Jr.

 

Chris woke from one dream into another. Different manifestations littered the plane. He wasn't quite sure what of just yet, but the plane seemed like a sensible representation for his life right about now. Confusion, turbulence, a sense of being trapped in a situation getting out of control. Yes, for a man fearing the loss of his own sanity, this was a most suitable dream. So what does such a man want? What is the goal to be had in this mental journey? Why, getting his life back under control of course.

 

Mr. Lloyd turned to the child shuddering and peeking out the window of the plane. Innocence incarnate. Something was out there, yes, but the boy wasn't ready for it. He was much too young to handle whatever he might be seeing. Without so much as a glance out the window, Chris reached over and pulled down the shade. Sometimes it's best not to look. He thought to himself, then spoke softly to The Child in almost a whisper. "Go back to sleep, it'll be alright". The words mirroring his father's whenever his mother's delusional screams had woken him up at night. I should call my father more.

 

With that done, he stood from his seat and walked up towards the cockpit. A silent nod was offered to The Brave gentleman who wandered the opposite aisle as he passed. Upon reaching the cockpit door it became clear that knocking would not be necessary. It was visibly ajar. Chris was certain that the other side would hold the metaphorical control he sought, albeit in a more literal form, but also something else. It was so very ominous. An open door is an invitation, but this? This was not an open door. This was a door ajar. This was a warning. There is more than you bargained for in there Cal. Yes, indeed the other side of the door was reality. But while it barred his view, the truth could be anything. When ignorance ceases to protect you, however, then you're stuck with that reality. A test then, of my resolve. Perhaps I needed this. A lucid walk through my psyche, to prove to myself I'm ready to know.

 

And so he steeled himself for whatever would come next. Was that shadowy creature real, or was it his own madness? Could it be both, or even neither? What could that even mean? The first step to finding out lay before him. So Cal took a breath, clasped the handle, and opened the door.


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To put it bluntly, Bella was confused. For the life of her she couldn't recall what was real anymore. She knew that Gabriella hasn't met her in almost four months now, Guiseppe's anniversary wasn't close either and nor was she on her period, or is she? She couldn't recall. But all this lucid haze doesn't seem like a dream to her, the hair on her nape are rising in anticipation but that is never a good pointer. Well, that's what the textbooks say.

 

The scene though is rather perplexing. If it's her dream then why are people she doesn't know at all are in it. She has researched on the powers of the mind but this thing certainly is beyond reason. All the people have distinct traits that are also visible right away. But the most interesting thing is not the others but herself. She is not in her usual blue nightie that she often wears but in shorts with Hello Kitty motifs and a tee with Minnie on it from many seasons past, almost an entire age ago.

 

There is also two men who exude confidence in this confusion. One just tried to allay the Child while the other bravely goes scouting for others towards the back of the plane. The ajar door to the cockpit caught her attention and she could feel a knot forming in her throat and yet she was curious of what lay beyond. It was the sort of high that her Nonna's stories gave her. A classic terror of the unknown, of every stimuli she had researched on, this one was the most basic and primal. One that affects almost everybody to varying degree. She felt drawn towards the door, almost as if pulled by an invisible force.

 

By the time, she acted on her instinct, the brave man was already on the door. Clasping the handle firmly as he widened the empty space that lay beyond that precipice. She walked over to him and tried to strain her neck over his shoulder, hoping to get a good view of what lay beyond. Going up on her toes as she clawed at the air to maintain her balance. She tried to voice her query in the most non startling way, hoping that this man's steel nerves won't go rupturing now.

 

"What is it?"


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Oscar had never been on a plane before, but he had seen movies. He knew this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Obviously a flight attendant should go pick up that cart, and maybe even apologize for waking Oscar up from his nap. The issue was that there didn't seem to be a flight attendant. Unless they were dressed in plainclothes, but why would they show up to work like that? Oscar would send them home if they were so unprofessional if it was his airport.

 

None of the passengers looked like they knew enough about what was going on to be plainclothes flight attendants anyways. Oscar looked around the cabin and everyone else seemed as confused as him--except an unpleasant pair whispering to themselves. Three of the other passengers had already started walking around, and Oscar decided to do the same. He didn't know what was going on, but there couldn't be any harm in picking up the fallen cart. And there was likely even less harm in going down this open hatch in the floor.

 

Oscar took one last tentative look around and descended into the cargo bay.


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~ Cockpit ~

 

Christoper and Bella pushed past the heavy door leading to the very front of the plane where you'd normally expect to find the pilot and and the copilot.  Unsurprisingly, any such hopes were dashed upon seeing neither.  It wasn't empty though.  The Curious was middle aged man with a kind, intelligent look to him.  His blonde beard twisted into a grimace as he looked over the instruments.  He leaned heavily onto his cane while he reached out and flicked the glass covering a needle that continued to spin wildly without any regard for his annoyance.

 

"Well, I guess that's about what I expected," a wistful sigh blew out softly as he fell into the captain's chair.  "Don't be shy now, come on in.  Are you all awake then?  I had hoped you would...but I can't say I was overly optimistic."

 

The Curious looked them over with wry amusement as he took silent measure of them.  "You want to take a crack at it?  Go on, be my guest,"  he pushed on his cane as he rose out of the seat and gestured towards the controls.  They'd find the measuring devices fluctuating wildly. If they attempted to move the tiller they'd find held fast in place.  Indeed, it'd take a good deal of strength to move it if it could be moved at all.  Curiously, the communications had been switched off.

 

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~ Cargo hold ~

 
The first thought that Oscar was likely experiencing was the realization that it was incredibly dark down here.  Why had he not thought to find some kind of flashlight?  All he could do as he stepped tentatively through the dark was to bump precariously into heaps of stored luggage.  If only he had been so lucky as to bump into a light switch.  He came remarkably close to doing just that only to miss it by a hand.  That was about Oscar's luck though wasn't it?  The fact that he could swear that he was hearing something moving only added to that.  Every now and then he could swear that he'd seen a blur of motion in the corner of his eye.  
 
Oscar smartly began to feel his way using his hands, and as he rounded a corner found his first bit of luck.  There on the ground was a lovely flashlight that lulled to and fro with the vibrations of the plane.  You could make out a clipboard laying nearby.  Whenever you get around to giving it a closer look you'd find that it was a passenger manifest along with the inventory for the flight.  It also happened to be smeared in blood.  Not enough that you'd call it splatter but you could at least say it was more than you'd normally expect to see on a clipboard.  Sadly, Oscar didn't have a lot of time to contemplate this truth as a large furry force came crashing into the back of his knees sending him to the ground.  The flashlight rolled away from his hands but in the light he could make out his "attacker".
 
It was a cat.  A very large cat.  It probably weighed in around fifty pounds and was nearly two feet tall while on all fours.  It didn't seem  hostile though.  It stretched itself out before him before walking casually towards him while twisting its head to one side as though curious.  The previous tackle may well have been nothing more than a playful greeting.  Then again, it may have not.  Except it was.

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Felix awoke from what he kind of remembered to be a strange dream. He didn't have any time to dwell on it though, as he quickly realized that where he had awoken wasn't actually anything like where he had settled in for a quick nap. This wasn't a sunbeam in a park. This wasn't a sunbeam in a park at all! This was a plane. And while he was always happy to find himself in a plane, the mystery of how he got there was, as Felix would put it, something of a concern. Still, he was here now, nothing he could do about that. Not while he was this high up in the air at least.

 

After a moment he decided that, until a neater answer presented itself, it would be best to simply chalk  the situation up as a mystery. After all, this wasn't the first inexplicable plane ride he'd been on. Planes just seemed to enjoy giving Felix a glimpse of the weird. He wasn't about to start complaining about that. Sadly though, he now realized, the glimpse of the weird that this particular plane had decided to give him was now plummeting to the ground. He got up onto his feet and looked around.

Well, if there was plane trouble, it'd be in the cockpit right? Or at least that's where you'd have the best bet of figuring out what the problem was. Felix knew this was probably the case because Felix was a pilot. A great pilot, if he did say so himself. An experienced pilot, certainly. And as sure as the sky is blue, he was a pilot that would be more than happy to save the day. He strolled on over to the cockpit with the calmness of a man who knew exactly how to fix the situation and would do what was needed with plenty of time to spare.

He made his entrance somewhat more grandiosely than he would have been proud to admit. He stood in the open doorway like a comic book hero silhouetted against a city skyline. The Pilot, Here to save the day! "Evening gentlemen." He said with a confident smile as he took in the sight of the cockpit.
And this is when he realized his mistake. He saw the three gentlemen in there, they were talking about something but he'd blocked it out. He was much too busy being shocked and embarrassed. In all his self-aggrandizing strutting he'd forgotten one simple fact. This wasn't his time, this was the future. There were more buttons in that cockpit than he'd seen in his entire life. Little dials and switches covered everything. Tiny little screens mocked him and his arrogant belief that he'd be able to fly this big modern bastard of an aircraft. Still, he'd done the whole entrance thing now he couldn't just turn around. Instead he came up wit ha brilliant plan. He would lie. "I'm just going around checking everyone's alright." He looked at the trio for a short moment, probably a short moment too long, before declaring that things looked fine here and leaving.

 

He figured he'd better just go and check everyone was alright lest his awesome cover story be blown wide open. He decided that the person he'd heard shouting out from the bathroom was probably the most freaked out. So he went over and knocked on the door.



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Awe, when a stage magician see’s that in the audience’s faces, then one knows that his trick was successful. Anton was quite sure the magician who had performed this trick was a rather smug fellow. After all Anton couldn’t even begin comprehend the scale of the trick. There he was once again out to buy yet another carton of juice, the next thing he feels is the soft sensation of the airplanes seat cushion on his back.

 

In fact, Anton was in so much awe that he sat in his seat gape mouthed for about a minute. After said minute expired, the junior magician in his red-coated majesty leapt off his chair. First, he made sure to survey the seats around him. Most of the seats are empty; but the occupied ones contain rather interesting folks. Each of these persons are unique in his own way, almost as if they had a sort of theme around them.

 

There a few more gallivanting around across the aisles, they are the most active; busy in their own personal investigations of the situation. Anton of course thought that was stupid, the trick would unfold in its own time; no amount of cranial or physical exercise would make it otherwise.

 

What he did find of concern was the kid a few seats away from him.  The poor sap was trembling from head to toe. It was an absolute shame to not be able to enjoy a trick, a loss for both parties. In the end it takes the tricker and the trickee to be happy, for a trick to be truly successful.

 

Deciding to do something of it, Anton walks over to the boy. Beaming with his best audience winning smile…

 

“Hallo Hallo, how are yah young chap?” he said, with a characteristic Russian accent.

“It seems to me that a friend you need and In me a friend you have” he said, as he pulls out a bar of chocolate from the kid’s ear.

“Tell big brother what worries you so, perhaps, rather surely he can help!” he said,


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Planes. How many planes had he taken in his life? 10? 20? 30? He seldom dreamed of them. Nor was he flanked with the usual disagreeable or impertinent neighbours, the noisy and nosy, and the simply large and intruding. He had the whole trio of seat to himself. The sky outside was no sky at all, but rather some kind of greyness - a landscape of tv snow, blinking and shimmering dust and light in the eyes. He did not look for very long, losing interest in the featureless landscape. People were moving about. He wasn't sure why. Then he realized the absence. Of people. Of the usual plane routines. Were they crashing? Had they been hijacked? His mind slowly moved through scenario. He did not feel there. Everything was kind of distant. A strange force and pressure seemed to emanate from concentrating on the scene in front of him, as if trying to reach something behind a screen of shaded cellophane. Resistance. So he didn't try to force it, or to push it - but to do so without any conscious effort was an effort in itself. He eventually slinked back into a state of 3rd degree awareness and watched himself moved toward a man he identified as The German. He was pretty sure it was a German accent. Some kind of European accent, to be sure - but the exaggeration suggested German. The German accent of Hollywood, not of Germany, mind you. He noted absent-mindedly the nuance, a detail among details. Against his better judgement and his usual desire to avoid confrontations or conversations with strangers, he idly walked to the German and his discontent interlocutor. 

 

"Greetings. If I may ask, what is the issue at hand?" he interjected between two breathes of the Malcontent, asking like a concerned bystander. 


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Oscar -- Cargo Bay

 

Oscar wondered what the chances were of finding a flashlight randomly in the darkness of the cargo bay of a plane in motion were. Not very high. And yet, he found one. Clearly today was a good day. Unfortunately, a large and possibly feral cat knocked the flashlight out of his hands almost as soon as he picked it up. If that had happened before he found a flashlight, he'd probably freak out, but he wasn't a man to go back on his word--he'd already decided today was a good day.

 

"Good kitty, nice kitty..." he said, walking slowly backwards towards the flashlight. He picked it up and looked around the room quickly, noticing that, no, the room was not spattered with blood. He didn't know why there was blood on the clipboard, but it at the very least didn't seem to be because of a murderous cat that ate a bunch of people.

 

This only reinvigorated Oscar's confidence.

 

He had played with cats before. His mother was allergic, so they never owned one, but he had friends with cats, and though they spent most of the time sitting in boxes and being unpleasant, they often jumped on his lap or shoulders affectionately, wanting attention and not, as some lesser people might think in this situation, to consume his flesh.

 

And so, Oscar gambled, perhaps this cat as well just wanted some TLC. After all, in spite of the strange situation he found himself, this certainly looked like a commercial flight. They didn't let murder cats on commercial flights. At least, he didn't think they did. If Oscar owned an airline, he'd probably screen any potential murder cats and not let them on board if they seemed likely to eat people.

 

"You don't want to eat me, right? Nah, you wouldn't eat people, would you?" he asked, walking closer, one hand extended, with the flashlight held in the other.

 

Ideally he would ingratiate himself to the animal with head scratches, and if it turned on the remaining passengers, it would spare him its wrath.


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Geoff dropped the bottle of whiskey as he woke with a start. In some blurred recess of his mind he cursed himself for falling asleep at his desk again. Cursed himself for getting blind drunk again. Because of instinct he had his hand halfway to his shoulder holster before reality caught up.

 

It wasn't until logic had actually settled in that he realized he was seated in a plane. The situation was obviously odd - least of all because he was on a plane - but nothing seemed presently deadly.

 

Geoff wasn't an aeronautics engineer or pilot or anything fancy. If something was wrong with the plane it was out of his control. So that left two things. Was there anything dangerous here? What the goddamn hell was he doing on a goddamn plane? His dreams were never this realistic.

 

One of the other passengers closed the window slide of a boy who'd been fascinated by the outside of the plane. Shortly afterwards another bribed him with candy. Geoff carefully looked over the rest of the passengers and cabin. Blurry-eyed though he was with drink and sleep he was still a detective and his sight was sharp. Finally curiosity overwhelmed him and he looked out the window.


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~ The Lost ~

 

Felix knock on the door elicited a startled sound from the other side that sounded a lot like a squeak.  It was a very cute squeak to be sure.  She had nothing to be embarrassed about given the situation going on but there she was on the other side unable to think of anything else.  The Lost let the silence draw on as she wrestled with her self esteem issues and by the time she remembered that she was actually supposed to respond.  Had it been too long though she wondered?  What if she had missed her window?  For a moment, she wondered if it wouldn't just be better to pretend she had never heard the knock in the first place.  Maybe though, just maybe, this strange knocker could help her out with her...situation.

 

"Umm...yes!  Hello?  You're there.  Right?  I mean, like, on the other side of the door still.  Not that you have to be mind you.  I'd totally get it if you just wandered away or something.  It happens right?  I mean...it happens to me.  A lot.  That's normal.  I think.  You're there though right?  I'm not just talking to myself?  That'd be really embarrassing. Why aren't you saying anything?  Oh God, what if you weren't even knocking on this stall?"

 

There was a long pause as she processed the possibility.

 

"Well, if you happen to be there...and are in the mood to be helpful or whatever.  Maybe you could find me some clothes?  Because I could use some....I'm not weird.  Okay? I'm just a bit...not dressed? Only a little.  I'm pretty sure I was taking a bath...or maybe this is some kind of dream like where you show up to work in your underwear but it's a plane and you forgot the underwear too.  So, can you help?  Or are you even there to begin with?  I'm starting to doubt your existence at all."

 

~ The Child ~

 

The Child looked at Anton with a mix of awe and suspicion.  Who was this man to just walk over here and taunt him with candy?  Not that he wanted his candy or anything.  He knew better than to accept a strange guys candy.  He'd heard stories about people who fatten kids up with candy just to eat them.  He was pretty sure that this story wasn't actual real but this whole waking up somewhere else was kind of setting him on edge.  This guy was skinny too.  What if he got hungry?  He could probably eat at least ten kids his size.  He also spoke like a bad guy.  Still, he was the only one here.  Maybe he could do something about it?  Or maybe at least distract it long enough for him to get away?  Yeah, that would be good.

 

"Well, Mister, you see, there's something out there.  On the wing!  With wings!  It smiled at me.  It wants to eat me."

 

Anton was free to check out the boys story.  He would find that he could in fact see nothing of the sort out on the wing.  Nor any evidence to support there ever being such a creature there.

 

~ The German & The Malcontent ~

 

"You mean, besides the fact that we are on a strange plane without a pilot?"  The Malcontent gave Victor a dry sort of look.  The kind that says you should leave in a very painfully obvious.   and rude way.  "Well, there is.  You see, my colleague and I were traveling on two very separate planes, neither of which this is, and he had a very simple task.  Just.  One.  Job.  Which he failed at.  Gloriously,"  the words were spoken with incredible diction and weight.  They were also overly dramatic.  His eyes ended back onto The German who seemed to be ignoring the daggers pointing at him quite easily.

 

"Ach, Ja.  It is...all my fault.  Obviously.  Mein Friend, I had small suitcase which I handcuffed to my wrist.  Very, very important.  Yet, I was tired and the metal chafes.  Also, the most amusing gentleman next to me kept asking me what's in the box.  Not seriously.  I could of understood that.  No, he kept quoting Brad Pitt from that movie.  Every few minutes.  So, I put it away and went to sleep."  There was something clearly on his mind.  He almost seemed more nervous about the packages fate than the fact that he'd been transported to an entirely different plane.  "You don't think it had anything to do with this do you?"

 

"No.  I don't."

 

~ Cargo Bay ~

 

The cat eyed Oscar curiously for a heartbeat before walking forward and grant to him the privilege of having it's fur pass beneath his hand.  Truly, this cat was most magnanimous to allow such an obvious nobody to touch it.  The cat was lonely though.  It did ever so want someone to notice how awesome and great it was.  Where had the people gone again?  It felt to the cat that it must of been quite a long time.  Or maybe it hadn't been.  Cat's were never very good at keeping track of time after all.  

 

The cat was friendly, large, and for the time being happy enough to just follow around Oscar and see whatever nonsense he got into.   


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Oscar and Cat -- Cargo Bay

 

The cat seemed even less prone to murder than Oscar had been hoping for. It seemed much like a house cat and less like a feral animal. With a massive and terrifying creature now on his side, Oscar felt confident in the dark room. He motioned for the cat to follow him as he continued to explore the cargo bay. Now that he had a light, he decided to figure out if there was anything of note down here--besides a giant cat.

 

He wondered briefly where the blood on the clipboard had come from if not the murder beast at his side, and searched for the source. On the ground he saw a trail of blood droplets and he decided to follow it. It wasn't a very scary trail--it seemed more like someone got a nasty cut on their hand and walked away rather than stabbed and dragged off into the horrors of the scary, dark, dream-plane.

 

The two followed the trail and the cat became increasingly anxious. It nipped at Oscar's shirt and pulled back; Oscar fell on his ass. He turned to the animal and, face-to-face, he could tell the cat was not having any of this--and he didn't want Oscar to be having any of it either.

 

"What's got you all messed up?" he asked. "It can't be so bad that something as big as you would be all scared can it? Well, I guess you do seem more of a lover than a fighter, huh?"

 

He tried to ease its anxiety by scratching it under the chin, but he was still set on following the trail to its end.

 

"If it's weird, we'll just turn around, alright? But I gotta know."

 

He followed the trail to its end.


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A scream woke her. Her scream. Not in her voice, but a scream for her alone.
 
Instantly awake, Kaila bolted upright and the scream ceased. Someone saw her? The Troubled, a woman to her right. Sam? No. Same hair color, but her roommate was nowhere in sight – and for that matter, neither was their room. The violent thrum of engines hinted at their location before the cloudscape outside the window confirmed it.

“What in the…” Kaila mumbled.

An aircraft. Impossible. Was this some kind of dream? Despite the situation, Kaila’s mouth twisted into a wry smile. Absurd. She liked flying, and she didn’t dream of things she liked anymore. Unless they were crashing. Kaila considered that for a moment. Unlikely. As far as deaths went, it didn’t even make her top twenty.

She breathed slowly, organizing her thoughts. Reality, then. Amnesia? Taken against her will? Kaila shook her head. True or false, neither scenario was an immediate concern. First things first. Prioritize. Pockets. All three of her phones, chargers, spare batteries, duct tape. If she was taken while she slept, one of her phones would hold a recording of it… but who would abduct her and politely retrieve a piece of evidence? Still, Kaila made a mental note to check for any video files later.
 
Personal affairs in order, she was free to observe the rest of the cabin. Few passengers… fewer than there should be, it seemed. Shoes before empty chairs. Scarves and coats in empty seats. The people she did see… some shuffled about, others remained in their chairs, confusion plain on their faces. Kaila drew up her legs and wrapped her arms around them. She would observe. Her mind was starved for information, but her every instinct screamed to remain silent, to not break the precarious calm of the scene. It felt like the kind of calm that preceded storms.


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Chris stood for a moment in the doorway as a woman crept up behind him and quietly whispered in his ear. "What is it?" was all the inquisitive voice asked. He didn't jump, he just stood still for a moment to think.
 
"I'm not sure yet" was all he could offer in reply. But the lack of pilots and the presence of a non-pilot individual were odd. The other side of the door was supposed to be truth, to be reality. Chris didn't actually know the truth, so this is where the dream should have ended. The worse case scenarios started to cook in the back of his mind. What if this meant he would never get control of his life back? What if it meant the answers he sought weren't actually out there? What if he was just already awake? Chris had a little time before panic would set in, he knew that much at least. So he reached back to take the hand of the woman behind him and gently guided her along as he entered the cabin. "Let's find out, shall we?"
 
The Curious man inside had been speaking all the while. "Well I guess that's about what I expected," he seemed to be referring to a dial on the sizable control panel. After that he took notice of the two. "Don't be shy now, come on in. Are you all awake then? I had hoped you would...but I can't say I was overly optimistic". As they walked in, Chris saw the way he looked them over. It was the same way Dr. Stein looked you over in therapy. He was looking for reactions, responses, the subtlest twitch of the brow. They were being sized up. "You want to take a crack at it? Go on, be my guest" he said while a hand gestured at the pilot's seat in offer.

 

It was baffling. Chris' dream was seeming less dream-like and less real at the same time. By now though, he was too confused to be afraid or panicky. "Sure, why not?" was the simple reply as he took a seat and looked everything over. After a moment of futility trying to move the tiller and pausing just shy of touching any buttons, Chris just leaned back in the chair and sighed. "So... since this is still going on and I haven't magically learned how to fly by sitting here I suppose I ought to admit that this might not be a dream". With that, Chris stood up and turned to the other two people in the cabin. "My name is Chris, I'm twenty-seven years old, I live in Stamford Connecticut, and I never boarded this plane". He took a deep breath there with a pause for effect before gesturing to both of them. "Your turn".


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~ Cargo Bay ~

 

The end, for once, turned out to be exactly what he should of expected all things considered.  Oscar followed the trail towards a small room whose door was wide open and light spilled out as if it were making a show of it.  Inside was a man in an airline uniform with a series of long gashes across his bodies.  Just why exactly there hadn't been more blood along your trail you hadn't the slightest but this man was probably the source.  The cat didn't like it.  Your companion had been making ornery sounds of displeasure the whole way here which had become a low growl as they seemed ready to pounce a moments notice.  Somebody heard the noise and began to stir.  The corpse.

 

At least, what you had taken for the corpse.  He actually seemed rather alive and distressed as to his situation.  What with all his blood and a strange kid and a cat showing up you could probably understand his position.  He tried to call out but nothing came out to your mutual surprise.  He weakly tried to wave you forward.  Some sixth sense tells you that he probably wants you to help him.  He tries to direct your attention with a series of blinks and awkward head bobs aimed at a first aid kit on the wall.  You don't see anything dangerous in the room except for the blood.  Seriously, who knows where this guys been or what is in it.  Also, its gross.  The cat for its part remains guarded if slightly less hostile.

 

 

~ Cockpit ~

 

"Sorry, kid, but this is as real as can be.  Names Grant by the way and uh...well I'm not altogether sure where we are,"  Grant poked about whatever he could find in the cockpit away from the console.  As he prods a discarded hat on the ground with his cane you notice odd markings up and down its length.  "Ahh, please leave the radio off.  It was on when I got here and was uniquely unhelpful."

 

Grant produced a small notepad and pencil from out of one pocket and began flicking through pages and making notes.


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The person in the bathroom revealed themselves to be a lady, a lady in need of help. Felix had found his very own damsel in distress. And she needed clothes. That was certainly easy enough. Felix simply removed his jacket and trousers before knocking on the door again. "I've got some clothes here that should do for now, I'll put them at the foot of the door so you can grab them. They should let you move around in public at least. Maybe then we can have a look around, see if we can find you something a little better." He then backed off a couple of rows down the plane and took a seat. It would be rather rude to stand there and stare as the poor woman tried to preserve her modesty whilst retrieving clothes through a partially opened door.


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"Hmm, Is that soo" said Anton as peered out the window. As far as he could tell their was no smiling thing with wings. However their was quite the storm raging on around the plane. He could understand how the clouds could have tricked an impressionable youths mind into seeing a monster.

 

Although, taking into account all  the weirdness going around, I'm sure its not as simple as that. Best to keep a open mind.  "Well for the moment he seems to have gone off, since I can seem to see him?" he said, trying to reassure the boy at least.
 

"Either way, have no fear, we'll deal with the it together when the it comes to it, you and I" he said, flashing the oy his best audience winning smile.

 

"By the way my names Anton, I'm a stage magician, nice to meet you , umm..?" he said, with small flourish of his hands. A pack of cards appearing and dissapearing in the play of his fingers..
 

"I think I forgot to ask you for your name, hehe"


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The brave man mumbled a reply which sadly Bella missed because she was distracted by what everyone else seemed to be doing and a surprised grunt escaped her when the man gently clasped his hand and pulled her along with him. Stepping past the precipice and into the wild, or so she would have imagined considering how wild this dream was.

 

Sadly, she realized that it was no dream. Simply, cause the old man sitting it the cockpit seemed someone from her memories. She couldn't be sure but he had a familiar feeling about him and the way he had motioned for them to try out survival surely meant that whatever danger they were in was real.

 

The man walked up to the seat and fiddled with the dials, similar to he old man before and yet the plane didn't show any signs of change. Then the man introduced himself and turned out to be a boy and seemed he was as surprised as she was, though she held it better. Before the old gentleman gave his name and strangely took out his notepad and started taking notes.

 

The only thing weird in this room barring the two new entrants was an odd hat, well the dials on the plane were weird but Bella thought that that was the case with planes in general. Though this hat, it had strange markings up and down. Not that something she recalled but she had watched too many horror movies to know that it may or may not be something significant.

 

Ever since her meeting with Dr.Gruhl, she had had a rough time differentiating between real and dream. She felt it to be a similar case and tried not to panic but that was slowly changing. With a deep breath she introduced herself, it wasn't polite afterall, considering the men had already given their names.

 

"I am Annabelle, twenty nine year old from Annapolis, Maryland" she said with a slight smile, 

 

"and though I like challenging set fashion trends, I don't board flights in my pyjamas." she giggled before moving towards Grant. "need help with anything?" she asked him.


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Oscar and Cat -- Cargo Bay

 

Oh fuck Oscar thought, that's a dead guy.

 

It was really quite eloquent. His mind blanked of everything save that one perfect sentence, and he was suddenly at a loss for what to do. What else was there to do? His life existed for this moment, for this sudden wave of clarity washing over him. He had described the scene in such perfect, poignant detail, that there really seemed to be nothing left for him.

 

Or was there?

 

The body stirred; the man wasn't dead. Oscar had been a fool. Perhaps this was punishment for his hubris. His thoughts meandered slowly back from the nebulous space around him, and his mind was full of images again.

 

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he asked the man. The man didn't say yes, but he also didn't say no. Maybe that meant he was okay. But probably not.

 

Seemingly unable to respond, he nodded towards a first aid kit. Oscar fumbled with the flashlight, told the cat to wait there, and went to grab the first aid kit and apparently administer first aid. Oscar really didn't know how that worked--if he put a gauze strip on his gashes, could he talk again?--but he figured he couldn't hurt him any more. (He actually thought that maybe he would very blatantly injure him further with improper medical treatment, but tried not to think of that).


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The lights throughout the plane flicker, along with any other electronics, before going dark completely.  A quiet darkness covers them all only broken by streams of pale moonlight that break through the clouds allowing a glimpse of their surroundings.  Those in the cockpit were treated to a clear light of sight of the moon that seemed impossibly close.  The radio kicked on and a familiar voice broke through pointing out the obvious while Grant just looked on and rolled his eyes at Dorothy.  The voices carried through the sound system on the plane so that all were able to enjoy the weirdness of it.

 

"Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.  We must be over the rainbow!"  The words died out in a fit of static before they were replaced again by Willy Wonka speaking in unsettling tones.  "There's no earthly way of knowing.  Which direction we are going.  There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the rivers flowing.  Is it raining, is it snowing?  Is a hurricane a-blowing?"  As the words kept on something stranger began to take place as shadow passed over them and the moonlight was abruptly stolen from them.  "Not a speck of light is showing so the danger must be growing.  Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?  Is the grisly reaper mowing?"    The plane shook then. It was like a giant suddenly grabbed hold of them and proceeded to play with them.  The plane shook violently and was tossed about at random.  Everything on every level was jostled out of place.  "Yes, the danger must be growing for the rowers keep on rowing and they're certainly not showing no signs that they are slowing."  Yet they did.  The turbulence receded and the moonlight returned along with all their lights and electronics.  

 

Grant had kept low to the ground once it had all began and even now only rose to a kneeling position.  "Well, what a comedian we got on our hands.  I've got an idea of what we're up against but I'm going to need some iron...maybe something too.  There was a boy here too right? I think I'll be needing him too,"  his words slowed as he began to register the looks of the two with him.  "Right, so this must be a lot to take in.  This must be very strange and traumatizing.  I can appreciate that.  You probably have a lot of questions and I'll promise to answer them fully but trust me when I say that what you need most right now is iron and childlike wonder.  Just go with me on this.  Get the others to help if you can."

 

The rest of the plane had been jostled and tossed about with luggage exploding from their compartments and sent about the room at random.  The unhappy passengers were faring little better especially The Lost who'd still been in the bathroom.  Somehow, The Dreamer had remained perfectly at ease and slept through it all as if nothing had happened. 

 

Oscar down below was as confused as could be though as the entire cargo bay got tossed about like crazy including him and his seemingly dying newfound friend. The cat seemed fine though.  Even seemed amused at watching Oscar tumble about.  This gave him a bit of time to think though.  While he had been seeing to the wounds he discovered that they were not in fact bleeding.  The sin was also cold to the touch.  He may not have been a doctor but those were some sketchy details.  There was also the fact that the man landed on top of him and attempted to strangle him to add just a bit more credence to this paranoia.  The cat had his back though.

 

It speared into the strangers side and combined which was enough combined with the turbulence to send him tumbling off.  Oscar could just about make out the sound of stifled laughter but he probably was just hearing things.  Or maybe it was him.  Who could tell.  It was a weird situation which was only made more odd by the fact that weird odds and ends were careening into their little room.  Like that nice cast iron pan.  

 

The man charged forward, in an awkward gait, straight for Oscar with arms outstretched.  


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