<strong>Danielle Avena<br/>Moroccan Shopping Mall<br/>With Tristyn and everyone else</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Not long after asking Tristyn if he was mad because of her refusal to his proposal, all activity, be it getting hassled by security guards or victims of the initial surge being tended by volunteer doctors and nurses, ceased, for it seemed something else was happening outside. The fast moving shadow similar to that of a massive bird crossing the sun rays, casted a dark shape that lasted a fraction of a second, and it passed across every opening, be it a glass window or entrance. People underneath the canopy windows were startled and wondered what could be happening outside that wasn't the obvious aurora in the sky. It came without warning, for inside the mall, anyone busy tending to the needs of the victims could not hear what the people outside were hearing. Those who were aware, like Sana, heard it. Danielle heard it too and she looked up to see what it was that caused it. It was a low whistle, the same kind that sounded when something massive was falling from the sky, like it does in the movies. Danielle could hear the people on the upper levels of the mall either asking what could be that one object coming down from the sky or screaming to everyone around to run. She couldn't explain the danger, but she didn't have to.<br/><br/>From where she was, seated on a fountain ledge that overlooked the lower level food court, she saw a massive object. She took out her camera to see what it was. It was one of those large jet liners, flying awfully low, and then she realized how it was affected by what they were going through. Caught in what fried all electronics, the plane lost control of its engines and had too little of the thrust it needed to fly higher. It was heading straight for the mall, or so Danielle thought, for it looked like it was trying to crash land in the general area. Danielle's hand instinctively drifted close to Tristyn, ultimately grasping his own hand, tightly in fact, for she was scared genuinely. Half of the people around her noticed and either froze or went into a frenzy, creating a stampede of people heading for the exits, bottlenecking at the doors.<br/><br/>It seemed like time stood still on that ledge. With Danielle holding Tristyn's hands, it seemed like this moment could be their last, and she wanted their last moment to be them two together, despite the rejection and the cause of the refusal. Could Tristyn ever forgive her at this moment? Her eyes widened and then closed as the plane neared the shopping mall. She expected the building and the foundations to shake due to the plane coming into contact with the mall, but fortunately, nothing happened, in the mall at least. Beyond the mall's parking lot, the plane violent brushed its fuselage and wings into the tops of buildings, sending debris and rubble falling to the streets below. The main body of the plane impacted with something that caused it to slide, almost to a stop, yet with one wing breaking off and sending jet engines straight into office buildings. The sheer speed of the massive aircraft told Danielle that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon and soon enough, whatever it landed on, collapsed under the sheer weight, drifting the plane off to the side and ultimately into a towering hotel. There was no delay and once the plane went into the building, the fuel ignited, lighting the building and surrounding buildings ablaze. The scene looked as if it was the subject of a movie.<br/><br/>Danielle slowly stood, taking her camera in one hand and Tristyn's in the other. Despite Tristyn's possible reluctance to leave the ledge, Danielle would pull him to the nearest entrance, only to let go of his hand and as if in a photographer's trance, lifted her camera to capture the disaster firsthand. Why couldn't the plane kill us once and for all, together, despite our shortcoming, Danielle thought, taking picture after picture. She would take the same picture over and over, eventually running out of film, but she still wouldn't stop pressing the shutter key and forcing the dial to wound the film, even though it wouldn't budge another inch.