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Chapter Three

"Good morning sir, would you like some refreshments?"

A slender flight stewardess was pushing a foodcart and gave John a menu. John, who was looking earlier at how the plane's wing glided through the sky slicing clouds into half, took the menu, skimmed through their selections and looked a bit vexed to himself since he couldn't decide on one.

"What are your recommendations, miss?"

"I suggest this one sir," the stewardess pointed at the picture of three clubhouse sandwiches on the menu. "I tried it myself one time when the chef gave me this as a birthday present and I must say that it is very delicious."

"I'll have that then."

"Certainly sir," she opened a compartment in the food cart and gave John a small tray of three clubhouse sandwiches wrapped in plastic. "Anything else you'd like to add sir?"

"I'll also have a glass of lemonade, thank you very much," John gave the menu back to the stewardess and she gave him a glass of lemonade with a bendy straw and a slice of lemon. There were also slices of lemon inside the drink. "Oh yeah miss I was wondering, I'd like to let my friend know that we're already high up in the air."

"You can use the plane's Wi-Fi now sir."

"Really?" John bolted up from his seat as if it was the first time he heard of it. "Since when? We have Wi-Fi?"

"You haven't heard the announcement earlier?"

"No I have not."

The stewardess gave him a tiny slip of paper. In it was the Wi-Fi password.

"Make sure that you'll let your friend know or else he'll be worried sick," she winked at him, gave a smile, and went to tend to the other passengers.

John tried to reach his phone from his front pocket with excitement and it was hard because he was wearing tight pants. When he successfully took it out, his fingers held onto the phone rather clumsily and, because of it, his grip slipped and the phone jumped and glided towards the stewardess. The stewardess, who noticed it before she could've stepped on it, picked it up. She raised the phone up high as if to ask for the phone's owner.

"That's mine!" John stood up from his seat and walked towards the stewardess. Suddenly the plane gave a great shock and John fell back all the way to the back of the plane. The stewardess jumped backwards and tripped on her heels. The cart was rolling backwards towards her.

"Look out!"

John leaped towards the stewardess and caught her in his arms. He quickly placed her behind him and he reached his hand out towards the rolling cart.

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The things that happened next, John cannot recall.

He opened his eyes and saw a wide open field full of bright green grass. His nose was being tickled by the grass underneath. His feet were trapped by the food cart. He didn't expect it to be this heavy.

"Ow," the stewardess grunted and was trapped underneath John.

"Oh sorry miss!"

"It's alright, I'm fine."

"Heh, that's what girls say."

The stewardess wriggled her way out of John's weight and did so successfully. She stood up, patted the dirt and soot off her uniform, and gave John a light punch at his left shoulder.

"OW!"

"Come on now get up," she lifted the food cart and made it stand upright.

"Thanks," John stood up and patted the dirt and soot off his shirt and pants. He took out his glasses in which he placed inside his shirt pocket. Its left lens was cracked. "Looks like it can't be used anymore. This one's a very expensive pair!" He walked towards the food cart and placed his broken pair of glasses on it. "By the way," John looked at the stewardess, "where's my phone?"

"It was with me earlier..." the stewardess looked all over her pockets and suddenly saw an iPhone burning somewhere nearby a huge piece of metal junk. "Oh there it is."

As she said those words, John was walking towards its direction. But he was not looking at his phone. He was certainly not looking down below him. He was looking at the huge metal junk beside it. Some parts of it was covered with black soot, some were still burning, and some were crushed into tiny pieces. The whole thing looked like it was sliced off from a bigger body. It looked like a cloud has sliced through it. When the stewardess realized what the metal junk was, her eyes widened with shock and she gasped, placing both of her hands on her mouth.

It was the plane's left wing.