It’s been nearly one year since the strange incident below the cemetery in the American Midwest, and magic has been slowly creeping back into our world, along with more and more supernatural phenomena being witnessed. Mainstream media has avoided covering the topic thus far, but social media is becoming ever more vocal about the subject. The subject is still considered fringe or conspiracy theory, so far…

Story October watches from the perimeter fence of Juan Santamaría International Airport as Flight 313 from Miami approaches the runway. His shaggy blond hair is a mess, his clothes dirty, and he looks weary, like he's been through hell. After he evaded capture from the fanatical dealt cult, he had to hitchhike across Costa Rica in the night to reach the city. It’s very difficult to run through the jungle of Central America in the middle of the night, very dangerous and painful.

He knows which jet plane to look for because he can sense it with his Vision. On board the plane are his friends, Ivory Campbell and Steve McCoy, he needs them now more than ever. The situation in Central America has gotten completely out of hand. It's a misty morning and he swears he sees something out in the mist on the runway, but it's been a rough night of running for his life.

Ivory is a pretty woman with striking, long red hair. She holds Steve's hand because flying gives him mild anxiety but he's a big guy and strong so he hides his anxiety well, but Ivory can tell he's on edge.

“It'll be okay babe, we're about to land,” Ivory quietly says to him. Usually flying doesn't bother her but for some reason, her anxiety about something has been growing, anxiety that something bad is going to happen... “Perhaps it's Steve's anxiety rubbing off on me?” she thinks to herself.

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Steve nods and tries to look unconcerned.

Over the internal intercom system, the flight crew say the usual stuff about landing, first in Spanish, then in English. Up in the cockpit, the pilot and copilot are bringing the aircraft in, like they've done a thousand times before. The pilot sees what appears to be a person out in the middle of the runway, possibly glowing but there is no time to think about that particular aspect, the jet plane is coming in at about 320 kilometers per hour. Even though international aviation standards require pilots to speak English and the pilot knows English, in this dire moment he defaults to his first language of Spanish; he says to the copilot, “No, Jesus, acelerador hasta; I mean, accelerate and pull up!”

Even though they punch the engines to full throttle, it's too late, the jet plane has lost too much speed; they try to pull the plane up as hard as they can, but the plane starts to go into a roll. Warning indicators buzz and beep as the starboard wing slams into the runway and the landing gear buckles and is torn off. The plane skids down the runway at breakneck speed, it begins to slowly roll over, an engine explodes from a fuel line rupturing, shattering the quiet of the early morning hours.

Story October looks on in terror and is completely helpless to stop the carnage and destruction. He didn’t foresee this event in his Visions, but it’s not an exact science and he can’t really control what he will see or not see.

Inside the plane, people scream as the fuselage breaks into two pieces, Ivory and Steve hold on to each other desperately while people seated right next to them are tossed out into the gaping maw of burning death and debris that used to be the runway.

It's so loud, like being in a car crash that doesn't seem to stop, except louder and there is heat and pain and terror. It makes them feel helpless, like they're nothing more than mere pawns of the fates.