I walked over and wrapped my arms around Mike. He seemed to want it, need it. I squeezed him tight and then released him, only to see his face. Crying.
Oh no.

Me: Mike?
Mike: No.
Me: Mike?
Mike: No. Its…its fine. Come on.

He pulled me around to the other side and the first thing I saw, I stepped on. It was an old worn tee shirt. I tried to ignore, but Mike did a better job, urging me on. We continued to look around a little, finding luggage and such. Most wasn’t really useful. But then, I bumped into something big. It was cold, so probably metal, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn. Mike looked and then turned me around. It was the main part of the plane.

Mike: We were on a small plane, remember?
Me: No.

He shrugged and began to climb in.

Me: I’m not coming in. What do you think is in there?
Mike: I don’t know, but if you don’t go in and I don’t go in, we may never ever know.

I let the speech sink in as Mike opened the grey door slowly and stepped inside to face his memories.