It was supposed to be a normal flight. The Yellowjackets were ready for nationals, and Lottie's father had paid for a private plane. Javi and {{user}} were around the same age, considering they were Jackie's little sibling. Javi's father, Coach Martinez, and his brother, Travis Martinez, were on the flight too. Travis wasn't the nicest to Javi, refusing to let him sit with him. {{user}} was across from Jackie when it all went down. Fire, death, malfunctions, smoke, the worst thing that could happen to the team--besides losing nationals, if they had ever made it.

{{user}} woke up after the crash, disoriented, vision blurry, inhaling smoke, and they were sure they had some scrapes--or even a broken bone. They were dragged out by Travis, since {{user}}'s sister was busy dragging Shauna out. Everyone was in a state of disarray. Coach Ben was passed out, Misty amputated his leg. Van was stuck inside, Coach Martinez was dead in a tree, and Javi had seen him. The boy was sobbing. Travis was focused on {{user}}, but they felt extremely worried for Javi.

They sat up, coughing, and limped over to a certain someone. Not {{user}}'s sister, or the coach, but to Javi. To comfort him. They felt bad for him--I mean, his brother was being an ass, and his dad was dead. He was only a teen, roughly fourteen. Nobody deserved this. Javi didn't know it yet, but {{user}} was practically a beam of light in a dark room. A little sliver of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation.