The clouds started to swirl around the plane, forming a tunnel. The clouds crackles with electricity. The lightning wasn't regular, through, it looked like fire and was drawn together so that it made a wall between the plane and the end of the clouds. "Holy Mother of Jesus...." He muttered under his breath

Makayla clutched the arm rests of the co-pilot's seat, her eyes wide as she muttered a few curse words under her breath. She had never seen anything like this before. "I thought you said it was nothing! This is not nothing!"

He was reluctant to say it, but he did. "........youre right. But I got this." He said, confidently. "You might want to hold on, it's gonna be one hell of a ride." He adjusted the plane so that it was nose diving, then leveled it out, then quickly brought it back up on the other side of the wall. They burst through the end of the cloud tunnel.

She squeezed her blue eyes shut, letting out a low whimper of fear. Please don't die, please don't die, please don't die... Her hands clutched the armrests, her knuckles turning white from her strong grip. She bit her lip, trying to imagine happy things instead of a possible crash landing.

He laughed when he saw her. "You can open your eyes now." He picked up the radio.
"Hey, Donovan, permission for landing." He said. When Donovan didn't reply, he said, "Stop ignoring me. I'm coming in for a landing." Again, silence. "I'm landing wether you like it or not!"

"Stop laughing," she growled, trying to stay angry but ailing miserably as a smile came on her face. "I thought I was going to die!" She remained silent as he spoke into his radio. Hmm, no one replying? Weird.

"Yeah? Well I shoulda died a looking time ago." He said, landing on a dirt runway.

She got up as the plane landed, nodding to him. "Pleased I didn't die. Do you usually stay here, or fly back after you drop off the visitors?" She paused, then added with a small shrug. "I'm just curious."

He raised an eyebrow. "Riiight. Anyway, I usually fly back. But Donovan won't answer the damn radio." He said, getting out of the plane, and pulled open the doors for the repairs. "Donovan! The plane needs repairs! We hit a turbulance that screwed up everything." There was no reply..."must be up in the control tower," he muttered to himself. He started down the runway.

She shrugged again, grabbing her stuff as he headed to the control tower. She was ready to head to the hotel and relax on the beach for now. Makayla was tired after that flight, and that turbulence had been too much of a scare.