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John looked up from his play & smiled. He gave a small, bashful wave.
    "We are doing just fine."
    "And our mystery man?"
    "Well, he is alive, but still not awake. A lady brought up breakfast & said her husband had been injured & she showed me how to exercise his legs & arms. So, I will start doing that today."
    "Do you need anything? I am just heading downstairs."
    "No. They have provided us with all we need. They even gave John some toys."
    "Well, that is good." John smiled up at her.
    Cami said, "You have a determined look. What are you up to?"
    "I am going down to the plane. I want to start getting anything that may be of use."
    "Well, you be careful."
    "I will & I will see you all later." Sonya bowed dramatically & John & Cami laughed.
    Closing the door behind her, she continued down the stairs.
    "Och, Miss, how are ye today?" said a light voice behind the corner. Sonya turned around.
    "Sarah, I am great & you are well?"
    For a moment she seemed surprised. "Aye, Miss."
    "I wanted to thank you for the clothing. The stitching is beautiful."
    "Thank ye, Miss, for saying so," she blushed.
    "Have a good morning, Miss Sarah." Sarah giggled & hurried off as Sonya entered the kitchen which was busy & bustling. "Hello, ladies. I hope you don't mind me coming in?"
    "Nay, lass," said the heavy set woman she saw the evening before.
    "My name is Sonya."
    "We ken, lass. I am Wynn & she is Iona." Iona, was a very tall, thin, girl who giggled as she continued cutting up what appeared to be leeks.
    "I am glad to meet you both."
    Wynn nodded, a small smile upon her lips & then she turned back to the pot where she was stirring something. She seemed like the no nonsense type of woman.
    "You missed breakfast, Miss," Iona explained in a high pitched voice.
    "I figured I did." Sonya picked up two apples & smiled. "Well ladies, I am off. Have a good morning!" Sonya said, as she went to a door on the other side of the room & out the door.
    Wynn put her hands to her full hips & said, "Now, I wonder what the lass is up to? She is up to something."

    *
    Ahead of her was a series of buildings all attached. She saw a young boy milking a cow & she waved as he looked up. Heading to the left she went down the hill, through the rock wall gates, until she stood before the plane. There were guards still walking around but they didn't say anything to her. The plane was a mess. It was blackened & there were pieces of metal littering the ground. Sonya took a deep breath in, which wasn't such a good idea since it smelled like a bad barbecue. She coughed & fought the urge to gag. The right wing tip in front of her was flush to the ground. It took only a little jump to climb up on it. She gave it a little bounce, but it didn't move. She looked through the huge rip in the side. You could have driven a car through it. Sonya shut her eyes & cleared her mind., she didn't want to take in what had happened on this plane. She was here to find anything usable. She walked through the hole.
    The floor slanted sideways. Looking forward she saw rows of seats that were ripped out & smashed into others. A breeze was coming in through the broken windows & some of the oxygen masks were swaying slightly. She decided she would head towards the back of the plane. A couple of rows back she looked down & saw a bag which held yarn & crochet hooks. She wondered if Cami or Kerry knew how to crochet. She never got the hang of it herself, she was too impatient. Was …yeah right, she was still just as impatient!
    Walking down a bit more she slid, coming to rest where a row of seats should have been. There were a couple of purses with spilled contents, cups, blankets. Some of the overhead bins were smashed; the doors hanging off. Sonya pulled herself up onto a seat & pulled out a bag, opening it. Ah a toothbrush! And it was new! She never thought she would get so excited over a toothbrush.
    Sonya tried not to focus on names labeling bags. She didn't want to get sucked into thinking of lost
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