-ff To First?", Amira Asked.
Wait. Hold On.
Amira Looked Around, She Was No Longer In Sao Paulo Intl. Airport. She Was Back In A Plane, And Not A Nice Looking One Either.
She Also Noticed That Her Entire Body Had Started Hurting, And She Felt Nausea Setting In. And Confusion, Too.
She Looked Around The Plane. It Was Filled Mostly With Men, Of Which Most Looked Like They Could Pop A Watermelon, Except Two Guys Who Looked A Little More Familiar. She Didn't Think Too Much Of Them, Though.
The Plane Wasn't Too Large. She Could See Almost Every Seat, And She Was The Only Girl On The Flight. She Then Felt The Nausea Becoming Worse And Decided To Try And Relax Herself. She Reached Into Her Skirt Pocket To Try And Find Her Phone. No Phone. Wait.. Actually, No Pocket. No Skirt, Even. She Was Wearing Jeans. And A Sweater. She Hurrily Looked And Felt Around Herself. Different Shoes, Different Earrings, No Crown. Even Different Underwear.
At This Point She Was Thoughoughly Spooked And Decided To Call A Flight Attendant.. No, She Was Too Nauseaous. She Felt Like She Would Throw Up Any Second. And A Headache Was Setting In, Too. She Held Her Head And Start Thinking, Slowly Albeit. Her Head Hurt. She Retraced Everything That Happened. Was She Drunk? Hungover, Maybe? No, No Way. She Felt Totally Sober. Drugged, Maybe..
Suddenly, She Felt Even Worse. She Didn't Know Why, But Her Stomach And Her Brain Felt Inverted. She Couln't Resist Anymore, She Quickly Grabbed A Conveiniently Placed Bag And Puked. And Then She Just Kinda.. Layed Back In Her Chair And Started Crying, She Had No Idea Where She Was And No Clue How To Get Away And No Clue When She Would Be Home. She Passed Out Shortly After.
When She Woke Up, The Plane Was Dark, And Everyone Was Sleeping. She Checked Her.. Damn. She Remembed She Had No Phone. Although, The Rest Helped Her Head. She Felt Much Better Then Before, But Still Nowhere Near "Okay".
She Then Realised She Did Have A Phone. It Was In Her.. No, A Purse Sitting Beside Her. 11:02 PM. She Decided To Call Qatam. She Then Remembered She Was On A Plane, Her Phone Was On Airplane Mode. She Checked Her Messages App. Empty. No Contacts At All. Infact, The Phone Looked Brand New. Nothing On It. Blank. She Pulled The Notebook Out Of The Purse. Nothing. There Were Strewn Sticky Notes In There Too, Also Blank. The More She Tried To Figure Out Where She Was, Or Even What She Was, The Less She Knew. Was She Even In Her Own Body? She Shown The Phone's Flashlight On Her Hair. Still Orange. Her Skin Looked Normal Too. Everything Wasn't Hers Except Her Own Body. Not Even The Clothes She Was Goddamn Wearing. She Then Realised She Had Glasses On. She Didn't Even Need Glasses. Maybe That's Why She Had A Headache..
She Decided To Keep Searching Her Bag. Vodka? How Did She Get That On A Plane? Hell, She Didn't Even Know How She Got On The Plane So She Didn't Question It. If She Wasn't Devout, She Would Have Probably Downed The Bottle About Now. She Placed It Awkwardly Back In Her Purse And Pulled Out A Passport. Finally, Some ID!
Blank. No Image. No DOB. No Address. No Name. This Was Starting To Get Really Annoying. She Sighed And Placed It Back. She Decided She Would Figure It Out When The Plane Landed, Hopefully. She Rested Her Head Back On Her Seat, And She Drifted Back To Sleep.
When She Woke Up, It Was Day Again. It Was Actually Getting Quite Loud. She Was Woken By What She Presumed Was The Plane's Wake Up Call. She Looked Out Her Window.. Wait.. Fake Window!? This Plane Was That Cheap? Suddenly, She Felt The Plane Bang The Ground. They Had Landed. Somewhere. Hopefully An Airport. In A Couple Minutes, The Plane Came To A Stop At A Terminal. She Unbuckled Herself And Grabbed Her Purse. She Looked In.. No, For The Above-Head Luggage Storage, Of Which None Existed. She Sighed, And Waited To Get Off The Plane.