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I think this is it. Heaven is black and cold and silent; that’s the opposite of hell, no? I touch the side of my face again and the blood is sticky but still moist. And then the plane drops suddenly, followed by a series of massive air bumps jolting me up and down. And then
smack
. Blackness descends.

Part II
    Survive

Chapter 11
    I wake. The room spins wildly, but I feel the force of gravity holding me down. I put my palm to the wall and steady myself. I breathe deeply. After a few moments, the whirling slows and only nausea remains. I gently touch my scalp with my other hand. There’s a lump the size of a lime above my forehead. I rub it with my fingertips and caked blood crumbles off.
    It is dark, but my eyes adjust and the airplane bathroom comes into focus. I remember where I am, but I don’t know why I am here. Why was I left behind? I put one hand on the toilet and the other in the sink and push and pull and manage to lift myself up. The spinning accelerates and a slingshot of vomit launches from my mouth against the mirror.
    My left hand finds the slotted door handle, and I pull it open. I lift myself up and then fall forward out the door. I hit the ground, but not too hard. There’s a pillow of white powder thirty inches deep. My arms and legs scramble to find footing, and after a moment I stand up.
    An icy wind rips across my face and it feels like a thousand tiny needles piercing me. I cover my eyes with my forearm until the gust dies down.
    A dull gray light hovers over the world
. It must be morning,
I think.
We must have crashed. How long have I been out? Where am I?
    Above me are several mountain peaks. Behind me, a short rocky wall that rises a hundred feet or so to a plateau that sits like a bed with four mountain peaks for bedposts.
    I pull out my gloves and hat from pockets and put them on, wincing at the pain in my head. I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to pee. I pull down my pants and semi-squat over the snow. I start to laugh out loud. I’m alone on top of a mountain in the middle of a fierce blizzard. Peeing!
    I look around and take it all in. Where is everyone? Did they leave me behind? I try to remember the events of last night, but everything is fuzzy. I take a deep breath to try and clear my head.
    I must try to find others. If I survived, then others must have as well.
    I turn into the wind and hard, pellet-like snow hits my face. I can see only a few feet in front of me. I walk slowly, with my hands inside my coat for warmth. Scattered wreckage is everywhere. Twisted metal, ripped fabric, and mangled seats, and in the distance, what I believe is the main cabin.
    The air stinks of jet fuel and smoke, and my nose burns from the fumes.
    I move toward the cabin. The snow is thigh high and even waist deep in some places. My gloves are thin and my hands sting, so I put them in my pockets. What would I do without my hands? Note to self: Must find better gloves to survive.
    Each step is hard work, pulling one leg up through several feet of snow and then lifting my foot out over the drift, praying that it lands on solid ground. The snow protects my legs from the sharp wind, but now I feel the cold moisture soaking through my jeans.
    How much time do I have out here? A couple of hours? Maybe a day? I’ve read that when you crash into the ocean, the cold water rips the air from your lungs and your body goes into hypothermia in a matter of minutes. What I wouldn’t give to be back in that cold sterile room at Life House right now.
    I think of my window and my father’s watch and the endless hours I spent staring out onto the empty courtyard. I slide my hand into my pocket, expecting to cradle the watch, but it’s gone. I check the other pocket too, but it’s empty. I panic, padding down my entire jacket and pants pockets several times. Nothing. For a split second, I look all around, but I know it is useless. Nausea swells inside of me, like I’ve lost a piece of him again. My lip trembles, and