second. dream march 2-3

Something was wrong the moment we left the tarmac. We were flying far too fast, and far too low. I knew we were going down before it happened and gathered my stuff, ready to evacuate the sinking plane. We hit the water with a jolt and left out of the right wing emergency exit onto a sandbank where there was a summer camp. I had this gut feeling that something wasn't right about the place, that something bad was going to happen to us during our brief stay there.

first.

ten flights.
that's all she has left.
left to run down before she says goodbye.