The smell of burning avionics and jet fuel wafted through the plane, and the tail section was on fire.

Susan rose to her feet and pulled Steven Greenlee’s limp body into the bar before returning to the plane. The smell of burning jet fuel filled her lungs. “Kate?! Where are you?”

“Here! Susan, I’m over here with Trax. He’s still breathing – get him out of here,” Kate screamed.

Susan stepped through the passenger seating. A large section of the left wing had Kate pinned in the back aisle. She pulled Trax to safety before returning for Kate.

“Kate! Can you move?”

“I don’t know. Help me, Susan! I don’t want to die! I’m afraid! Help!”

Susan placed her hands on the hot metal pinned against Kate’s torso and legs, but it was too hot to touch. She tried to kick it loose with her shoes, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Leave, Susan! Save yourself! Get out of here! Go on – get out! The fire’s spreading!”

Susan knelt beside Kate, wiped her forehead and smiled. “I’m not going anywhere, honey.