James was sketching in his notebook when trouble hit.He was an inventor with brilliant ideas.He was on his was on his way to Washington D.C to discuss his ideas,He was flying from South America and was sort of reluctant,for it was the first time he was going to be out of his home continent."What happened?!",James yelled while running to the cockpit of his private jet."We hit some turbulence!",the pilot said.The plane started going down,losing altitude quickly."I think we're going down!",said James."I hadn't noticed...",the pilot said,sarcastically,through gritted teeth.The pressure from losing altitude was taking it's toll on the glass.It started to shatter,first just small cracks and then they got larger,and larger.Then,the glass shattered into the pilots face.He was not able to see anymore and he had massive cuts.The plane crashed into the jungle.Weakly,the pilot said "You might have to fend for yourself out here..."."Wait....",said James,"I know you!From Middle School right?!Erik..."."J-James?Is that you?I haven't seen you in..in..."The pilot said,yet couldn't finish.He was dead."No..no...why!Why?!",yelled James trying to yell at something.Something to end the silence...Trying to end the feeling of loss...