The crate smelled of cleaning agents and flower petals. Dr. Falling had prepared it with a curl of blanket that was torn at the edges. I circled like a dog would, finding humor in the situation. I lowered my small body to the scratchy fabric and felt suddenly at ease and calm. My eyes circled counter to each other and the lids snapped shut.
I had dreams of Human things, of pizza and burgers and soda and so on and so forth. I had dreams of swimming and playing hockey as a kid, of fighting in the schoolyard and looking out the small window over the jet's shining wing. I had dreams upon dreams, but it was like they were giving me one final touch before they vanished in vapor. After each was gone, I couldn't bring them up again.
'Are you awake?' I sensed. It was Dr. Falling. It seemed we were on a trans-atlantic flight towards Serbia. 'We will be landing shortly and then it's on to the...'
The plane tipped and there was a squealing of pressure. My eyes rolled until they found Dr. Falling, floating in the air. Suddenly there was a popping sound all around and the Dr. was flung parallel to the floor, his body crumpling against the door of the Baggage Bay. He groaned around a scream and was still. I sensed no thoughts from him.
The plane dipped and began to twist and I was flung about the room. I was cradled snugly within the crate. When the nose struck the ground, I definitely felt that. The entire structure folded in on itself and exploded in sheets of metal. The fuel lines had broken and, as the plane was crushing into a dense forest, flames spewed outward.
The heat was intense and I could feel my flesh baking. I was about to die, but then a pair of hands grabbed the crate. The hands were covered over with thick hairs. Who could this be? I breathed shallow and tried to center my mind.
'Thank you,' I probed with my mind. A flush of color swept through my mind.