Post by Sam Thomas on Jul 15, 2008 19:49:15 GMT -5
-- evening, September 22, 2004 --
Samuel Thomas leaned back against the sofa in his living room, closing his eyes for a moment. It had been a considerably long day at work. One of the planes' radio system had gone out, and the problem had been more complicated than was at first anticipated. He and another technician had worked on it nearly all day, and they'd had to cancel the flights for that plane until they could be sure the problem was fixed. Naturally, though, it was all in a day's work for Sam. He'd chosen to make his career out of such an occupation, so he really couldn't complain.
The man opened his eyes and reached toward the table for the glass of water he'd poured himself. The cool liquid trickled down his throat in a soothing manner, and he felt instantly better and more relaxed. It was amazing how something so simple could make one feel so much more comfortable so quickly. He replaced the now half-empty glass on the table and leaned back into the cushions, resting his feet upon the table next to the water, thought careful not to knock it over. He glanced at the telephone for a moment, and sighed heavily. Sonya has yet to call, and she was supposed to have touched down in Los Angeles ages ago. She always called Sam to let him know when she landed anywhere, be it the destination or back home in the Sydney airport. Sam always looked forward to her calls. He loved knowing where she was going and the places she visited. He often thought she had the better job, with all the traveling she got to do. Athough, he did get free flights and he could use them if he wanted to. He just never saw much reason to leave home.
Sam reached for the remote and turned on the television with the small motion of his thumb. He proceeded to flick through channels until he reached the news. The headline that appeared at the bottom of the screen instantly caught his attention.
Sam felt the television remote slip from his fingers and land on the floor with a thud. His eyes were glued to the television screen, though it had already cut to commercial. Flight 815 was the one that Sonya was aboard today... oh god. The television continued to emit sound in the background, but it was all just white noise to Sam, who sat unmoving, stunned and unable to act.
Samuel Thomas leaned back against the sofa in his living room, closing his eyes for a moment. It had been a considerably long day at work. One of the planes' radio system had gone out, and the problem had been more complicated than was at first anticipated. He and another technician had worked on it nearly all day, and they'd had to cancel the flights for that plane until they could be sure the problem was fixed. Naturally, though, it was all in a day's work for Sam. He'd chosen to make his career out of such an occupation, so he really couldn't complain.
The man opened his eyes and reached toward the table for the glass of water he'd poured himself. The cool liquid trickled down his throat in a soothing manner, and he felt instantly better and more relaxed. It was amazing how something so simple could make one feel so much more comfortable so quickly. He replaced the now half-empty glass on the table and leaned back into the cushions, resting his feet upon the table next to the water, thought careful not to knock it over. He glanced at the telephone for a moment, and sighed heavily. Sonya has yet to call, and she was supposed to have touched down in Los Angeles ages ago. She always called Sam to let him know when she landed anywhere, be it the destination or back home in the Sydney airport. Sam always looked forward to her calls. He loved knowing where she was going and the places she visited. He often thought she had the better job, with all the traveling she got to do. Athough, he did get free flights and he could use them if he wanted to. He just never saw much reason to leave home.
Sam reached for the remote and turned on the television with the small motion of his thumb. He proceeded to flick through channels until he reached the news. The headline that appeared at the bottom of the screen instantly caught his attention.
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OCEANIC FLIGHT MISSING
Communications lost just a few hours in, crew not heard from since, Oceanic rep says.
"The story that's puzzling citizens and Oceanic Airlines management alike: what happened to Flight 815? It was scheduled on a routine flight today, leaving the airport in Sydney and headed for Los Angeles, in the United States. So why is everyone so concerned? Here's Connie, live from the airport."
"Thanks Hannah. I'm here at Australia's premier airport. As you can see around me, there's a great deal of activity going on here behind me."
Multiple reporters, cameras, and microphones are visible in the lobby of the airport, where the president of Oceanic Airlines was being interviewed.
"The question on everyone's mind, is, where IS Flight 815? Well, no one knows for certain. The story as we've been able to uncover thus far, is as follows: roughly a few hours into the flight to LA, flight assistants here at the airport reportedly lost radio contact with Flight 815. It was assumed at that time that nothing was wrong with the plane or the flight. No incidences had been reported up until the loss of contact. Now after that, details get a little hazy. As of yet, it seems Oceanic is unable to ascertain exactly where the flight is. It has yet to land at its destination, or at any airport. A national notification has been put out to keep an eye out for the plane, but so far, no reports have come in."
"What a bizarre situation, Connie. I just can't believe something like a plane could just disappear! Have there been any efforts to use satellites to locate the plane?"
"Actually, yes, Hannah. Those searches also yielded no results. The plane hasn't been reported from any air zones, nor has it been spotted via satellite. Right now, everyone is just completely baffled. The president of Oceanic released a statement earlier today. Quote, "We are doing all we can to locate the missing flight. So far there is no indication that the plane or its passengers have come to any time. Our hearts go out to the family members of those on board at this time, and we are doing all within our power to speed this process of location and return everyone home."
"Thank you Connie. When we come back, more on the inspiring story of the dog who saved his owner's life in a local fire today. Plus, we'll keep you updated on the flight 815 story."
Sam felt the television remote slip from his fingers and land on the floor with a thud. His eyes were glued to the television screen, though it had already cut to commercial. Flight 815 was the one that Sonya was aboard today... oh god. The television continued to emit sound in the background, but it was all just white noise to Sam, who sat unmoving, stunned and unable to act.