Prologue:

"Is this your first time flying, sir?" Asked the flight attendant.

Kyle looked up from his book that he was reading. He found that he didn't do so well up in the air-being hundreds of feet in the air just didn't come across as an easy thing to him. Making sure that he was preoccupied with something-even something as stupid as reading—helped him feel a little better about being in an airplane. He was never the kind of guy to read on his free time (not that he ever had any). He just couldn't get himself into some fake world or story that didn't exist. But he really didn't have any choice in the matter at this point, his ipod and phone were both dead and his laptop was back with his luggage...perfect place for it.

"Yes actually, it is. Is that a bad thing?" Kyle says replying to the flight attendant. He has been worried this entire time about flying, and now someone was finally asking him about it and he didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to show that he was terrified of hights (even though he couldn't even see out his window that he had covered with a shade) or that he was scared of being in an airplane altogether. He saw it as a weekness to show that he was scared, like any other REAL man would.

The flight attendant quickly places a smile on her face—one that is obviously a fake, which was good because that was part of her job—and says, "Oh no, of course not. I can assure you that this airline is one of the best and you are perfectly safe. You have nothing to worry about and I hope you enjoy the rest of your flight. We will be arriving within half an hour." She nods her head to him and leaves.

"Thank you." He says after her, only feeling slightly relieved. She did help a little bit. But he knew that nothing would help him with the images that he would always have in his head of people dying and crashing in airplanes.

Two weeks ago, three days before he left for his trip, his cousins decided to come over (one of their many visits that he never enjoyed) and decided that they were going to show him a bunch of videos off of youtube of planes crashing. He watched in horror as flight after flight, plane after plane crashed because of some engine failure or the landing gear not working. It drove him insane every time he thought about it and he couldn't get the picture and videos out of his head. Being in an actual plane didn't help at all, it only made him feel like he could die any second. The book helped, he realized and so right as he was about to put his nose right back where it shouldn't have ever left the man next to him spoke.

"You really don't have anything to worry about. She is right. I have been on planes seventeen times now and nothing has happened to me—obviously. I've noticed that you have seemed a little on edge." The man had been reading a newspaper and so he puts it on his lap gently as he talks to him. "So are you on your way out on vacation or..." He says the statement as a question, waiting for Kyle to finish his sentence for him.

"Actually I'm on my way home." Kyle replies trying hard to continue to read his book and to ignore the man but he didn't want to seem rude to the man who he was talking to.

The guy looked at him confused and said, "I thought you said that this was your first time on a airplane? How can you be coming back from a trip?"

"Oh," Kyle pauses and understands why that would seem so confusing. "Yeah I drove there. See, I was using a company car and they needed it—and me I guess—so I drove it out to San Jose for them because I had to be there for a two week meeting anyway. But once I got there I didn't have my car anymore—obviously—and I also have a meeting tomorrow at 5 AM in my own work place so I have to be back more quickly than a car could get me. It was all a big mess, I know, but somehow I ended up on the plane. Very exciting, what can I say..." Kyle can't help but add that last part sarcastically. He did NOT like planes and he knew it. He didn't want the guy he was talking to thinking that he was scared but he had been holding it in this entire time. After those videos that his cousins had shown him, he was absolutely terrified and he had a hard time hiding it.

"Ah, I see. Well again, don't worry. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day once you get back home."

"Oh I won't. As soon as I get home, I will visit with my family for about two hours and then I have to go straight back to work. Its hard hours but it pays well so I don't really have a lot of room to complain." Kyle shrugs, knowing that anyone else would think that he was crazy for being ok with working so often. He didn't mind though, he actually loved his work. He just wished that he didn't have to spend so much time away from his family.

"You have kids?" The man asks curiously.

"Yes, just one. She is my little girl." Kyle smiles at the thought of her. She would be almost sixteen come February. That scared him even more than the plane ride but she was the sweetest thing ever and he knew that he had nothing to worry about because she always had the best grades and was very trustworthy when it came to going out with her friends. It was just another number for her, he figured.

"Oh that's sweet. Give them a hug for me." Finally the man picks up his newspaper and goes back to reading.

Kyle felt relived, he could finally go back to his own reading and could get his mind off of the actual plane ride. Only half an hour left to go.

Suddenly there is riot coming from the front of the cabin. A woman is screaming, "A gun! He has a gun!" And trying to get out of her seat belt as fast as humanly possibly but it seems to be jammed as far as Kyle can see.

"Everyone remain calm." The man who supposedly has the gun yells out to everyone just as they begin to bring their attention to the front, where the screaming woman was.

Then Kyle saw it, the gun that was in the mans hand. He raises it and shows it off to everyone. "Yes, I have a gun and I will use it if everyone doesn't SHUT UP."

Silence. No one dares say anything. There are some people half out of their seats, some in the isles coming back and forth from the bathrooms or visiting with people in different rows. There are two flight attendants, including the one that Kyle had just spoken too and they are both standing right next to the man with the gun. They look horrified and as if they want to run away but don't take a step away.

"These two ladies right here next to me," the man with the gun indicates tot he flight attendants, "are going to keep me company up front. I will give you to the count of three for everyone to get back in their seets. If you do not abide by this then they die."

He doens't even have to start counting before everyone is sitting and waiting for their next instructions. Kyle can only hear a baby crying in the back ground, he hopes that it won't upset the man with the gun. The only other sounds are sniffling from woman and his own heart beat which is pounding in his chest. He had already been scared to so much as board the plane and go up in the air in it but now he was thinking that he was going to have a heart attack.

"My name is John my last name is Smith. If you don't believe me then tell that to my friend." He then raises the gun once again so that everyone can see it. "Here is the deal, I am looking for someone and if I can find them and do my own bussiness then you all will go free and can live out the rest of your lives. You have nothing to worry about as long as you don't piss me off. Everyone unerstand?" He sweeps the room, looking many people in the eye. Kyle notices that as they make eye contact with the man who says his name is John they cringe or look away as fast as they can. John doesn't look over towards Kyle or the man sitting next to him though, thankfully. "Is this your first time flying, sir?" Asked the flight attendant.

Kyle looked up from his book that he was reading. He found that he didn't do so well up in the air-being hundreds of feet in the air just didn't come across as an easy thing to him. Making sure that he was preoccupied with something-even something as stupid as reading—helped him feel a little better about being in an airplane. He was never the kind of guy to read on his free time (not that he ever had any). He just couldn't get himself into some fake world or story that didn't exist. But he really didn't have any choice in the matter at this point, his ipod and phone were both dead and his laptop was back with his luggage...perfect place for it.

"Yes actually, it is. Is that a bad thing?" Kyle says replying to the flight attendant. He has been worried this entire time about flying, and now someone was finally asking him about it and he didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to show that he was terrified of hights (even though he couldn't even see out his window that he had covered with a shade) or that he was scared of being in an airplane altogether. He saw it as a weekness to show that he was scared, like any other REAL man would.

The flight attendant quickly places a smile on her face—one that is obviously a fake, which was good because that was part of her job—and says, "Oh no, of course not. I can assure you that this airline is one of the best and you are perfectly safe. You have nothing to worry about and I hope you enjoy the rest of your flight. We will be arriving within half an hour." She nods her head to him and leaves.

"Thank you." He says after her, only feeling slightly relieved. She did help a little bit. But he knew that nothing would help him with the images that he would always have in his head of people dying and crashing in airplanes.

Two weeks ago, three days before he left for his trip, his cousins decided to come over (one of their many visits that he never enjoyed) and decided that they were going to show him a bunch of videos off of youtube of planes crashing. He watched in horror as flight after flight, plane after plane crashed because of some engine failure or the landing gear not working. It drove him insane every time he thought about it and he couldn't get the picture and videos out of his head. Being in an actual plane didn't help at all, it only made him feel like he could die any second. The book helped, he realized and so right as he was about to put his nose right back where it shouldn't have ever left the man next to him spoke.

"You really don't have anything to worry about. She is right. I have been on planes seventeen times now and nothing has happened to me—obviously. I've noticed that you have seemed a little on edge." The man had been reading a newspaper and so he puts it on his lap gently as he talks to him. "So are you on your way out on vacation or..." He says the statement as a question, waiting for Kyle to finish his sentence for him.

"Actually I'm on my way home." Kyle replies trying hard to continue to read his book and to ignore the man but he didn't want to seem rude to the man who he was talking to.

The guy looked at him confused and said, "I thought you said that this was your first time on a airplane? How can you be coming back from a trip?"

"Oh," Kyle pauses and understands why that would seem so confusing. "Yeah I drove there. See, I was using a company car and they needed it—and me I guess—so I drove it out to San Jose for them because I had to be there for a two week meeting anyway. But once I got there I didn't have my car anymore—obviously—and I also have a meeting tomorrow at 5 AM in my own work place so I have to be back more quickly than a car could get me. It was all a big mess, I know, but somehow I ended up on the plane. Very exciting, what can I say..." Kyle can't help but add that last part sarcastically. He did NOT like planes and he knew it. He didn't want the guy he was talking to thinking that he was scared but he had been holding it in this entire time. After those videos that his cousins had shown him, he was absolutely terrified and he had a hard time hiding it.

"Ah, I see. Well again, don't worry. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day once you get back home."

"Oh I won't. As soon as I get home, I will visit with my family for about two hours and then I have to go straight back to work. Its hard hours but it pays well so I don't really have a lot of room to complain." Kyle shrugs, knowing that anyone else would think that he was crazy for being ok with working so often. He didn't mind though, he actually loved his work. He just wished that he didn't have to spend so much time away from his family.

"You have kids?" The man asks curiously.

"Yes, just one. She is my little girl." Kyle smiles at the thought of her. She would be almost sixteen come February. That scared him even more than the plane ride but she was the sweetest thing ever and he knew that he had nothing to worry about because she always had the best grades and was very trustworthy when it came to going out with her friends. It was just another number for her, he figured.

"Oh that's sweet. Give them a hug for me." Finally the man picks up his newspaper and goes back to reading.

Kyle felt relived, he could finally go back to his own reading and could get his mind off of the actual plane ride. Only half an hour left to go.

Suddenly there is riot coming from the front of the cabin. A woman is screaming, "A gun! He has a gun!" And trying to get out of her seat belt as fast as humanly possibly but it seems to be jammed as far as Kyle can see.

"Everyone remain calm." The man who supposedly has the gun yells out to everyone just as they begin to bring their attention to the front, where the screaming woman was.

Then Kyle saw it, the gun that was in the mans hand. He raises it and shows it off to everyone. "Yes, I have a gun and I will use it if everyone doesn't SHUT UP."

Silence. No one dares say anything. There are some people half out of their seats, some in the isles coming back and forth from the bathrooms or visiting with people in different rows. There are two flight attendants, including the one that Kyle had just spoken too and they are both standing right next to the man with the gun. They look horrified and as if they want to run away but don't take a step away.

"These two ladies right here next to me," the man with the gun indicates tot he flight attendants, "are going to keep me company up front. I will give you to the count of three for everyone to get back in their seets. If you do not abide by this then they die."

He doens't even have to start counting before everyone is sitting and waiting for their next instructions. Kyle can only hear a baby crying in the back ground, he hopes that it won't upset the man with the gun. The only other sounds are sniffling from woman and his own heart beat which is pounding in his chest. He had already been scared to so much as board the plane and go up in the air in it but now he was thinking that he was going to have a heart attack.

"My name is John my last name is Smith. If you don't believe me then tell that to my friend." He then raises the gun once again so that everyone can see it. "Here is the deal, I am looking for someone and if I can find them and do my own bussiness then you all will go free and can live out the rest of your lives. You have nothing to worry about as long as you don't piss me off. Everyone unerstand?" He sweeps the room, looking many people in the eye. Kyle notices that as they make eye contact with the man who says his name is John they cringe or look away as fast as they can. John doesn't look over towards Kyle or the man sitting next to him though, thankfully.

Again no ones says anything and simply waits for John to go on.

"Kyle Fitz. Where is Kyle Fitz?"

Kyle freezes. He doesn't move, he doesn't breath, he doesn't even look around. He was terrified before but now he knows that sometime today he is going to die. They actually found him—but why did it have to be now?