21 July 2012
I stare into the nothingness.
I've lost track of time... That's easy when you're dead.
I look at Tom and Sephy in turn. Both of them are sat on the floor of the white plane, opposite eachother, staring. Just staring. I am standing, and thinking. Hard.
"Where were we, before... You know. Where we all together?"
Tom looks up at me.
"That's what I've been trying to remember. I... All I remember is that I was really looking forward to something... And I was really, really scared."
I clap my hand to my mouth and try and remember, chewing my fingertips.
"Sephy?"
"Umm... I was excited, too. So excited. And I think I was with you. I only remember feelings and small details... Umm..."
Her brow furrows and it seems it is paining her to think.
"Okay, stop. I agree."
"So, we were together, all three of us, maybe? Excited for something, and..." Sephy looks at Tom. "What sort of things are you scared of?"
Then Tom said one word and seemed terrified at what he had said.
"Flying."
Using both hands he grabs the back of his head and begins rocking like a small child.
"I remember! I remember! I was on a plane, I was so, so scared! Ever since I lost my... My mum... On a plane when I was a child... I've been terrified!"
Tom breaks down to sobs. Sephy reaches forwards and slowly pats him on the back.
"Anything else? At all?" she speaks quietly, as not to alarm him.
"Someone made me go on this plane. Said I needed a vacation. Time off. I don't remember who, but- then there was a man. With a knife."
I blink in surprise at his words. Why don't I remember it?
Then Sephy screams.
Planes- Part IV • Opuss № I