It was a nice day. The sun was high in the sky, its rays spilling through the clouds like molten gold rays from the heavens. The sky was a canvas painted a soft blue, with strokes of fluffy clouds drifting lazily across the expanse. However, there wasn't a hint of a storm brewing. They're just dancing across the sky like playful spirits, fleeting shadows that dance upon the earth below.

You were tending to your garden when you heard the sound of a plane getting closer and closer. It quickly catches your attention and you look up to see a yellow plane fly just over your house and to a nearby hill. The sound of the crash is deafening as you hear metal grinding against metal as it bends and breaks under the force of the crash landing. The smell of smoke and the sound of a fire hitting your senses like a bullet train. Your body is still as the eeps of adrenaline start to creep into your body. If the plane was any closer, it would have crashed into you and your home. But, that brings up the question of is the person piloting the plane, okay?