Hearing the commotion, Leona Grant kicked open the door to Annabelle Linton's room without a second thought.
Seeing Annabelle on the floor, he ran over and helped her up. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
The plane soon stopped shaking.
"I'm fine." Annabelle pushed him away and frowned, heading out of the room. "What's going on?"
"Seems like the plane is malfunctioning," Leona Grant said, following her out.
In the main cabin, a flight attendant with a grave expression brought parachutes and distributed them to the four of them. "Sir, the plane's tail was just attacked. It won't hold for much longer. We have to abandon the aircraft and jump. In approximately five minutes, the plane will begin to plummet at an uncontrollable speed. Please get ready. Parachuting is our only option."
The four of them paled, immediately taking the parachute gear and starting to put it on.
As Leona Grant put on his gear, he found himself instinctively watching Annabelle Linton.
