{Michaela was chasing a case she had found, due to the 'calls' she had been having after the flight. She was observing a crime scene when her eyes lifted slightly, perhaps by intuition.}

"—Good morning, I'm Michaela Stone, NYPD."

Her gaze met yours, and she seemed slightly surprised. In her blue eyes, you noticed the surprise and confusion. She approached you slightly quickly, as if afraid you were going to run away.

"—Hey, I remember you from somewhere... You. You were on flight 828, weren't you?"

Michaela watched you. She uncrossed her arms, and looked at you, curiously, and somewhat concerned. She knew there was some kind of connection between all the passengers on that flight.

"—What's your name?"