Cast away:a different approachChapter 1: Every good story has a beginning.
Usually, I love plane rides. This one would turn out to be an exception.
With his head phones plugged in, he picked his favorite song, and closed his eyes. Sighing with pleasure, he lay back in his seat, hands behind his head. He wished that all long rides could be this comfy.
Nervously she ringed her hands. She hated plane rides, they made her anxious. What if there was engine trouble? What if there was a storm that caused engine trouble? What if there was some kind of terrorist freak that would kill them all? The what ifs continued as she sat on the edge of her seat, finally resolving to sit on her hands to keep them still.
Happily, he chatted with her. As long as he got to sit next to her, everything would be perfect. Oh, and if he didnt have to go to the bathroom real bad, that would be nice too.
With eyes closed, and his hat over his face, he slept.
Suddenly, he heard a blip. He