A long night of reviewing which fabric was to be used with what design. Along with the many hours of arguing with the others over what was a must to take to Italy. It was safe to say that Vince was more than happy to finally be getting on the plane. It wasn't his favourite form of transportation. A high end designer sharing his space with the unstylish common folk? Many of whom couldn't tell the difference between sapphire and persian, or would wear socks with sandals. He pulled a small suitcase behind him. Only the essentials would be in the cabin with him. Vince wouldn't dare risk getting his beautiful creations damaged or dirtied by clumsy airport lackeys. Thus the catwalk worthy masterpieces would be transported by a carrier jet. Supplied by a close friend within the business who understood his dilemma.

Vince stepped into the planes first class cabin. He wasn't first to enter the plane, but made sure that people around him didn't touch his suit. It had been one of his first designs, first out of high school. With a few touches to keep it up to what was in. His dull scarf loosely around his tanned neck. The tassells hanging free, gently tapping against his chest as he strolled to his seat. 

“Here we are” He said under his breath. The seat was placed by the window, and a decent distance away from the next seat. In which it meant that he wouldn't have to worry about the unwanted arms rubbing against him. Vince leaned back in his seat and pondered what the next few days would bring. A chance to brush up on his Italian, a new contact. Of course his annoying secretary girl had asked him to bring her back something nice. She had asked to come, but in his years of watching idiot women answering the phones, he had realized she was one of the best. Asking anyone else to do it, even for the few days he wouldn't be there could very well mean the end of his business. So, he would have to bring her back something nice, perhaps a purse, or shoes. 

Lost in his thoughts, Vince stared out the window at nothing. The plane lifted off the ground and into the air. He must have fallen asleep because next thing he knew the plane veered off to one side, and people started screaming. His hands gripping the ends of the arm rests involuntary. He looked up and saw the stewardess attempting to go through safety procedures, but was not seeming to have much luck as the plane rocked and dived towards the ground. From an open window on the other side of the plane Vince could open see the black smoke of the engine. The suppressed scream that he tried to hold back broke out and rang with the others as the plane hit the ground. Vince sniffed. Fire, smoke, and metal. Cries filled his ears. “Shut up,” He muttered. He couldn't hear himself think. Was he bleeding? Why were they on the ground? It hadn't been that long. His eyes finally opened and reality hit. He was strapped in his seat. A bar sticking through his thigh. “Damn,” Vince said as his hands gripped either side of his leg.