“MISS EARHEART! WE JUST LOST SOME WEIGHT!”

“How is that possible, we’re in the middle of the Pacific?!” CLUNK! “What was that? It came from the cargo hold.” CLUNK! “Fred, just hold the controls steady, I gotta go check this out.” CLUNK!

As Amelia approached the cargo hold, the sounds became more frequent CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK! As she entered the cargo hold, a sense of unease gripped her. “Fred! This is odd! We’re in the middle of the pacific and the sounds seem to be comng from outside!” She turned the corner, past the racks of supplies. CLUNK! She saw massive gashes in the hull. An eery claw gashed at the plane. CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK! With that, the panel gave way. There was a man in a hooded jackt standing on thin air.

“Miss Earheart? My name is Alex Mercer. Could you help me save the future?”