Skies

Osbert looked at the man beside him, panic appearing on his face as he reached out and wrapped his arms around him, as though trying to protect him from the impact. 

The others just stared at the two, mostly Jel, with awe written all over their face, almost as though they don't understand that the plane is falling from the skies, to their death. 

He turned to the pilot, shouting, "You! Do something!" 

"I … I don't think I can." He said, holding his hands up with a sheepish smile on his face. "I don't have that kind of strength anymore." 

"What??" 

"Osbert," Jel said, patting him on the arm, smiling brightly. "You look worried, are you ok?" 

"We are falling to our death, Jel. I don't think I am." Osbert said, seeing from Jel's eyes that he is still slightly a little out of it. 

He furrowed his brows at the man, reaching his hand up to the man's face, cupping it, "You don't want to die with me?"