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Sam and Molly were on a plane. They were heading to Paris. They were trying to put everything that happened behind them. Not forget, they could never truly forget all the deaths that had happened.
Sam really wasn't trying to be paranoid or anything, but something was off. It was like he could feel Deaths presence. He tried to tell himself it was nothing. It wasn't working. And then he started seeing the signs of Death, which didn't really put him at ease.
This was flight 180. Sam pricked his finger on the seat in front of him, drawing blood. Oh, and a kid had started screaming about how the plane was gonna crash.
Molly and Sam exchanged a look saying 'We really need to get off this plane,' so they got up and just left. Some others had gotten off. There was the kid who had what seemed to have been the same thing Sam got.
A vision, premonition, whatever.
There were also six others, a woman who seemed to be their teacher and 5 other teens who looked to be her students.
Sam and Molly tried to just go past them and leave, but then the glass shattered because the plane did what the kid said it would do - explode.
The others seemed shocked and frozen and in that time Molly and Sam left. They needed a game plan. They would help the others too, but right now, with the cops here it didn't seem to be the right time to start talking about hwo they were al gonna die and Death was hunting them down starting now.
Sam knew they couldn't wait too long with talking to the kid with the vision, though. They needed to know who would be the first to go.