<span style="color: #FF00FF"><span style="font-style: italic">Shanon rose slowly to consciousness, as though she were swimming to the surface of a very deep pool of water after having been at the very bottom. She found the journey slow and difficult. Often, she simply gave up and allowed herself to drift in the pitch blackness. Finally, however, the chaos around her pierced her consciousness. Something was wrong, and she fought hard to peel her eyes open. <br/><br/>As soon as she did, she wished she hadn't. The cabin was filling with water as the half of the plane she was still inside rapidly began to sink. She had no idea where the rear of the plane was. All that was left behind her was a gaping, jagged hole, allowing in the dark span of open water around them. She fought with clumsy fingers to get herself free of the harness. Panic seized her for an instant. She would die in this plane, without ever getting the chance to say goodbye... <br/><br/>"No." She growled at herself, "Get a grip, Shanon... get this belt off and get out of this plane!"<br/><br/>Obeying her own order, she renewed her effort on the seat belt and freed herself of it easily. Forced to swim around obstacles, she fought against the panic as the last of the air inside the cabin was forced out by the rushing water. There was a small pocket of air near the top of the cabin and she swam up to gulp in a fresh breath before submerging and kicking herself toward the gaping hole. Keeping her eyes peeled, she watched for a sign of anyone else around her. She didn't know if she could mange it, but if she saw anyone, she knew she had to help them get out.</span></span>