You and Roach were like siblings, never apart. Until..

The plane was falling, and it was falling fast. Your hand slipped from the bar and you fell out the plane with a shout, Roach heard and he felt like time was stopping.

Without a parachute, without a backup plan, and without hesitation, Roach jumped after you. “Hang on kid!” Roach called as he grabbed your hand, he rotated himself and you so he’d hit the ground. just so you’d have a chance at survival.