Callie was awoken by the loud thumping of her heart. The dream she'd had-The one with Rose and the darkness and the hole–to her it was more than a dream.

To her it was real.

Callie pushed herself up from the couch, trying to calm herself. Though her pounding heart had dissipated, she had an odd sinking feeling in her stomach.

It was just a dream.

Right?

Callie sighed, before sliding off the couch and over to the bar, where she poured herself a shot. It was one of the only things that calmed her anymore. While she was enjoying the sweet release of alcohol, she heard a loud pounding on the door to her cabin. Looking down at her watch, Callie noticed that the time read twelve-forty five.

Who would be up at this hour?

Grabbing a butter knife from the counter, Callie inched toward the door. She knew that it was probably just Rose asking to hang out, but she couldn't take chances. She was out here, alone and vulnerable, without her suits. It wouldn't hurt to take precautions. Slamming her hand against the steel button, Callie came face to face with Ikol, who was standing in the doorway. To Callie's surprise, he was in Rose's cabin.

"How the hell did you get here?" Callie hissed, holding the knife up to Ikol's throat.

"We're all friends here, right?" Ikol laughed nervously, all the while slowly backing up.

"Why are you in Rose's room."

"That's just what I was about to tell you." Ikol led Callie into Rose's room, where the telekinetic lay sprawled out on the couch. The only way Callie could tell that she was still alive was by the steady rising and falling of her chest.

"She's not responding." Ikol said. "I tried to get Torrun's help, but she's not in her room.."

"What do you mean 'she's not in her room. Where else could she be?" Callie said angrily. First she found out that Rose was unconscious, and now Torrun was missing. Callie started to think. Rose would be alright–she's been through a lot worse. Torrun however... There's no other place she could have been on the plane besides the bathroom. And even if she was in there, it would be pretty obvious to tell, as the bathrooms made a loud humming sound when in use.

And the plane was completely quiet.

"Go check to see if she's in there," Callie sighed waving Ikol off. With a nod, the boy disappeared back into Torrun's room. Callie, now alone with Rose, sat by her friend's side. She knew that Rose was there in that dream with her–and she wasn't just a figment of her imagination. That Rose she had seen running toward her was the real thing. Callie didn't know how she knew this, but something in her gut told her. Touching her friend's arm, she realized that Rose was frigid cold. Quickly, Callie grabbed a blanket on the edge of the couch and draped it over Rose, making sure it covered her exposed arms.

"Now-" Callie mumbled to herself. "All we do is wait." She slid down to the carpeted floor, letting the tense muscles in her body relax.

It's going to be ok. Callie thought herself. It's all a matter of time. Ikol will find Torrun, Rose will be ok–

BANG
BANG

Suddenly, the plane shook, causing some of the lights to flicker and cut out. In a flash, Callie had crawled over the the cabinets, grabbed a flashlight, and crawled back. Switching on the flashlight, Callie waved it around the room frantically. The beam of light landed harshly upon a dark figure, definitely male, but it disappeared right before her eyes.

"Fuck," she gasped, searching for the figure once more.

A freezing cold hand slid over her mouth, muffling the terrified scream that would have come out. Another dragged her towards the emergency exit, attempting to open it.

With a grunt of determination, Callie grabbed the mysterious hand and flipped the person over, stomping on his face as she scrambled away, tripping over the tousled plane. Her bare feet stepped on her shattered shot glass, and she swore, carrying on, one hand over her chest, attempting to keep her arc reactor as dim as possible. The flashlight had long ago slipped from her grip.

Where the fuck is everybody? Callie thought angrily, stumbling through the plane. Thinking about it now, the plane was... nosediving?

She raced to the cockpit, and amidst the array of buttons were the remains of the pilot.

"Oh, ew." Callie used her finger to push the dead man off the seat. "Sorry bud," Callie said as she sat down, placing her hands on the controls and flipping a switch, "but Imma have to take this one." The controls board was a mix of colorful buttons and mysterious joysticks. Callie, knowing that one wrong push could kill them all, hesitated before the looming board. From movies, she knew that the double-handled lever was what was used to keep a plane from dropping. But then again, those were just movies. With uncertainty, Callie grasped the double-handled lever and started pulling it back towards her. In almost an instant, she felt the plane start to lift back up in the air, but not by too much.

BOOM

Suddenly, the whole plane shook, throwing Callie from the controls and back onto the door. Her head was now pounding, and she could feel warm blood seeping down her forehead.

"Shit." Callie mumbled as she pulled herself up from the ground. Using her right hand, Callie felt for anything that she could use to support herself. Grasping onto a small lever, Callie studied herself and tried to regain her composure.

What the hell is happening?

And then there was a scream

It was loud and piercing, almost as if someone was in danger–

"Rose!"

Callie flung open the door and ran into Rose's cabin, where nothing but a shattered glass and strewn blankets greeted her.

"Oh, fuck," Callie said with fury.

She had three options.

She could go looking for Rose, even though she might have been thrown out of the plane like Callie almost was. Rose was vulnerable while she was sleeping.

She could try to contact SHIELD, although whoever killed the pilot probably shut down the communication.

Or she could try and land the plane, which would probably end in disaster.

"Well, at least I'll go down trying," California thought out loud, heading back to the cockpit. She could find Rose later. Callie had her own life to think about. Slowly, the girl stumbled back into the cockpit and threw herself back onto the controls. Soon, she had her hands on the lever, and was lifting upwards with all her might.

C'mon...

Just work-

Out of the corner of her eye, Callie spotted a small, glowing lever, Intrigued, she leaned over. Inscribed below was black ink

And that black ink may have just saved Callie's life.

AUTOPILOT

With a heavy sigh of relief, Callie turned back towards the cabins. The autopilot should get the plane back in the air-and now Callie could focus on saving Rose, if she was in danger. Knowing that Rose had no physical prowess, it was safe to assume that her kidnappers would have gotten away easily with her.

"LET ME GO."

"Somebody please shut her up."

"DON'T YOU DARE. DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM?! I AM THE FABULOUS-Mrghhph!"

Rose!

Callie crept forward towards the back cabin, where the muffled yelling was coming from. Keeping her hand over her glowing chest, she slowly peeked from behind the broken door. As she gazed upon the carnage, her eyes widened.

It's him.