"He's gone" Chris slammed his hand against the side of the aircraft, his voice cracking.

He was just as upset as you were. Your husband, his friend, had stayed behind so you could all escape.

An explosion from behind shook the aircraft slightly. You looked out the small window, tears beginning to roll down your face as you watch the village blow up.

Leaned over your infant, who was giggling and trying to grab your hair, you sobbed in despair, slowly making your way back.