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Steel tore like tinfoil.

The ground came up closer and closer until it wasn’t just “close” anymore, it was right upon us.

I didn’t remember the crash.

I only remembered the pain.

Then nothing.

When I woke up, I could see the sky—it was still dark and black, letting me know that it looked just as bad from the ground as it did from the sky—and I could hear water dripping.

I twisted, turning my head so that I could see to the right of me almost on reflex, and froze.

I was still strapped into my seat, but the seat next to me was gone.

Hell, the entire plane was gone.

I was in my seat, but there were no other seats around me any longer.

There was a bunch of twisted steel and broken trees, though.

The trees were all bent at awkward angles, and it took me a second for my brain to comprehend that the kind of damage that was done here wouldn’t have been caused by just a plane hitting the ground.

Everything that I could see for what felt like forever was nothing but emulsified trees.

Trees were uprooted. Ripped in half. Split down the middle.

A tornado.

Not only had we been in a plane crash, but we’d also been in a tornado?

What the hell were the odds?

“Finnian.”

Finnian.

I swallowed hard and turned the other direction, ignoring the screaming pain in my neck, and found her lying on my left.

Still strapped in.

That’s when I realized that there was a twisted bar of metal that was curled around and over my legs, suspending her in midair on my left side about a foot off the ground.

“What the fuck,” I breathed.

“We went through a tornado…”

“We survived a plane crash,” I finished for her.

She nodded, her necklace slipping free from underneath her shirt and falling to suspend in the air between us.

It was a silver chain with a soccer ball charm on the end.

“You play soccer?” I rasped.

“Co-ed.” She nodded her head.

“Are you any good?” I wondered.