Steven sat in the airport, waiting for the plane to board. He had on large monitor headphones which were plugged into the laptop sitting in front of him on his lap. He was thinking of going in a new direction for his new album, he was listening to a lot of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dztURk0_DOg]Xiu Xiu[/url] recently and the music that was pounding in his ears reflected that being much more experimental than some of his earlier stuff. He's so engrossed in what's happening on the screen that he almost misses his call to get on the plane. He slips the laptop into the sleeve and makes his way onto the plane with it safely resting under his arm.

In the plane Steven absentmindedly listens to the safety instructions, wondering how exactly a seatbelt would help save someone tumbling from 30 000 feet in a tin can that's probably been reduced to flaming wreckage. He pushes those thoughts out of his head as new ones take their place, ones about his upcoming meeting with his producer, this would be his first new single in 7 years. He remembers vividly when Pitchfork wrote an article about him, hailing him as the next big thing. The interviews, the shows, everything. Having recently toured he's been realizing his fanbase had declined in the years of silence. However as he turned to look at the rest of the plane around him, he saw a man near the back of first class staring at him. It was then when it flooded back why he hated fame, and how he just wanted people to leave him alone. He sighed and put headphones back on, listening to the single that got him on this flight in the first place.

It was only a few minutes later when Steven realized this wouldn't be any normal flight he's had before. He heard screams and maybe even an explosion though he couldn't be quite sure. The pilots were telling everyone to remain calm even though they were obviously panicking themselves. Steven found himself unable to make any sounds, as much as he felt he should scream or curse or do anything that could make himself be heard in any sort of capacity nothing would happen.

The plane hit the ground.

Steven blacked out.

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Steven came to later, but he didn't know how much later. It could have been minutes, or hours, or days, but he didn't know. People were still screaming, but it seemed to be much less than before. Steven saw what used to be a window now seemed much bigger than before, though his eyes still weren't adjusted. He undid the seatbelt and slowly stood up. He attempted to step out of the plane only to fall onto all fours. His hands dug into the sand and he vomited onto the ground. He pulled himself up and blinked a few times to try to see what was around him. Blood dripped off his finger tips, he wasn't sure whether it was his or not. He looked around to see this unfamiliar tropical climate, not knowing where he was or what to do in this place.