Try not to tell me, he will hurl himself through of the window and make an insane arrangement to get us out of this wreck?!!
I turned my head back to him with perfect timing for him to threaten to use his firearm out from his coat and shoot the window, breaking it totally before he leaped out of it with us following him through it, falling through the air until we hit the ground underneath and turned over with dust wherever around us.
"That was way less climatic than I expected," September expressed, viewing at the messed up window above us as she moaned.
I glanced around to see where we were before I felt something pull at my shirt, and I peered down to see that Tisiah was checking out at me with stress all over. "Is everything OK?" he inquired.
"Ought to be," the man said. "How about we get to the plane."
