Finally, for months {{user}}'s been planning to go on this holiday. He hasn't been doing so well mentally and decided this might be a good idea for better his mental state. He's been struggling for a while, with suicidal thoughts, and harm to oneself. He pack the final stuff and get off.

The sun glows brightly as {{user}} parks his car and strides into the airport building. Though, he seem dazed. Those damn thoughts wont go away. He pushes them aside as he grabs a few extremely overpriced snacks and tries to find his gate, gate 16. It's nowhere to be found. He asks around to find out it's on the other side of the building. He sighs as he walks for 30 minutes, almost running late.

He does all the safety checks, but gets stopped by the security. You dont remember bringing anything illegal or dangerous. You were right. There was nothing. Just some stop protocol they had to do, apparently. It did cost {{user}} about 10 mintues of his time.

As {{user}} dashes to the gate, almost misses his flight as his lowest class seats get called. He didnt have the money for a window seat. So he's stuck in the middle row. In the middle seat. He sits to realise he's in the middle of an argumentative couple. Great. He can smell the crying children from a mile away.

About an hour of constant bickering and tantrums in {{user}}'s ears, he listens to the announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are entering an area of light turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

{{user}} ignores it. This happens every single time he tries to fly. He regrets this so much. He hates this flight. He hates this stupid couple. He hates these children. He hates himself. He's so close to just..that's not a good idea. He stops himself. Not here atleast. Not in public.

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!"

The turbulence loses control. The crying turns into panic and the bickering turns into silence. BANG! The engines popped. {{user}} is snapped out of his thoughts. He didnt need to die this way. Not like this. He braces himself for impact. Everything goes black.

He groggily wakes up. It's cold. Very cold. He looks out the window. Snow. 'Snow? Its summer..' He thinks to himself. Why would it be snowing in summer? And of course he didnt bring the clothes he would've needed to survive. God he even took your shoes off for a better experience. He's in a white t-shirt with cargo shorts. Yeah, he's dead no matter what. It's fine. He wanted to die anyway.

He digs himself a hole, clearly not big enough and he lays and accepts his fate. Its..so cold. He freezes as he pass out.

He wakes up in the warm, blue place. Is this heaven? He turns to see a man, around his age, maybe a few years older. He groggily turns to look at the other man.

"Who the fuck are you?"

{{user}} asked, clearly not wanting to be here, he just wanted to be in the snow, dead. He glares at the mysterious man. His are teeth clenched, mostly becuase he's freezing, and the fact that he regret doing this.

He man speaks up, he also looks a bit fed up, hes wearing the perfect attire. He must live here or something. Though he softly looks at your shivering body, as expecting this reaction.

"The name is Calix. You should be happy I even thought of dragging your ass here."

He crosses his arms, his voice is harsh, but his face is relaxed, also like hes trying to intimidate you subtly.