Everything is connected

Justin Sinclair:

Human body is supposed to consist of 70% water. But what if it's pouring into your body, and the level is rising every second?

Water. The kind that stings your eyes. The kind in where you thrash your arms about, trying to fight it. The kind that wraps its hands around your throat, and squeezes. All you can do is watch. A mere spectator of a horrifying puppet show. Watch, and await the end. Because the end is near.

Scream. Again, and again. Although, all that does is push more water into your mouth. But when death is the closest, is when humans lose all sense. It is then that they forget every rule, every basic fact, and fall into a deep hole of despair. Of trying to get out, by scratching the walls, but realizing that the more you move, the bigger the hole gets.

Scream.

I fall out of the bed. Today is going to be a bad day. This I know because of two things: 1) the days I wake up from a nightmare, are never the best; and 2) I have overslept by 2 hours. I am doomed, to say the least.

I almost fall asleep again, while brushing my teeth. Cue toothpaste on the nose and drool all over my chin. Today, my usual dose of 2 huge heaped spoons of coffee powder, and 3 spoonsful of sugar, all mixed in scathingly hot water, won't do. So, while dressing, and simultaneously trying to wolf down 2 sandwiches, I order 3 cups of coffee to be delivered to my workplace, timing them 10 minutes apart from each other. I am a genius, I know. Where I work, you can't afford to fall asleep. It might cost you your life. Or your job. Whichever way you prefer to look at it. Hence, instead of the alternative, I prefer to be known as "That Guy Who Probably Has Less Blood, More Coffee Running Through His Veins". A title, I made up myself, but one that I am definitely proud of.

Washing my face one final time, I run downstairs and hail a cab. It's time to get to work.

Alicia Martin:

It's time for my flight. Actually, in approximately 15 mins. Now this is where you ask, "which airport am I at?" The answer to that, is frustratingly depressing. I am stuck in traffic, staring at the same red car ahead of me. It has a small dent on the side, and I can recite the license plate numbers with my eyes closed. Because the amount this car, or any other car in this road at the moment, has moved in the past 1 hour is 3cm. Yes, let me assure you it's exactly that. I go back to reciting the multiplication tables from 1 to 30. A habit that most of my friends call disgusting, but one that my father had taught me, to help keep my thoughts in one place, and of course, get my math marks to improve. So, I ended up as the crazy girl who stood outside the delivery room, waiting for her sister's birth, reciting tables over and over again. Also, I might or might not be a gold medalist in Mathematics. Which brings me to why I am here. I have a conference to attend, and I am definitely going to miss my flight.

Calling up the airlines I was supposed to travel with, and explaining my predicament took another 20 minutes, but thankfully they seemed to have a seat empty in the next flight to Chicago, in 5 hours.

Thanking God that the conference was only in the evening, I confirmed my seat details and switched off my phone. Time to fall asleep. It will take an hour minimum for my cab to reach anywhere near the airport.

Triss Mcfee:

Running into an airport, clutching my passport in one hand, and my handbag in the other, and screaming "Does anyone not want to go to Chicago right now?", is not a great idea. Take it from me. I just did that, and almost got hauled out by the security.

But I needed to reach Chicago as fast as possible, and the later I reach, the further my dream company and the chance to work there, gets. Obviously, I won't be the only candidate, but if they find the perfect one before I get an interview, why would they continue with the search?

So, taking a deep breath, I go to the counter and ask as politely as possible, under the circumstances, with my nervousness and over excitement and all things considered, "Is there any chance that there's a seat available on the flight to Chicago?".

I expected the answer to be a negative, but luck seems to be on my side today. Some woman had not been able to make it in time to the airport, and the airlines were willing to offer the seat to me instead.

Rushing through the security and check-in procedures, I almost ran into the plane, and only took a deep breath once I had strapped myself to the seat.

As the flight attendant started explaining about the various exit and emergency measures, I slowly dozed off, with a smile on my face.

Today was going to be lucky for me.

Justin Sinclair:

Today was turning into a nightmare. The guy who was supposed to deliver my coffee had gotten stuck somewhere, and I was annoyed. But what made things worse was that one of my fellow colleagues had fallen ill at the last minute, and another one had a family emergency, so things were, at the moment, a disorganized mess. Which rarely, if not never, happened here, but this was a crazy day so far anyways.

Some things you just do not do. One is sleep on this job, the second is lie about being sleepy. I did the second one already.

So here I was, making my final checks, while the crew did their necessary work. I slapped myself mentally awake one final time, smiled at my co-pilot and got ready for take-off. I had done this hundreds of times before, and being a little sleepy wouldn't be that much of a problem now, would it?

Alicia Martin:

Falling asleep was proving to be a problem. Especially since the driver of my cab insisted on talking to me, no matter how much I kept yawning. Although he did seem like an extremely sweet man, I really didn't want to know about his 2 daughters and what they did on a daily basis. I already knew that one was 19 years old, the other had just turned 23. The younger one was busy going to parties and dancing and drinking her nights away, while the elder one was currently on the hunt for a job, although she was adamant on working only for her dream company. His wife and him, obviously doted on both their daughters.

While listening to all this, I also subtlety logged in to my Twitter and Facebook accounts, which for some odd reason was blowing up with notifications. My last post had been one saying that I was off to Chicago, so I found no reason for that to have gained as much as my notifications suggested. Something must be up.

Not that I actually managed to read through the comments, since my phone lit up with the message "Mom calling". Picking it up, I nearly jumped out of my skin with the force with which my mom screamed "Alicia, where are you!!?"

Triss Mcfee:

I nearly jumped out my skin, the first time the plane dipped sharply. Then it crashed directly into the water, in a matter of seconds. I was screaming, there was water everywhere, and I was going to die. God, I was going to die.

Justin Sinclair:

Human body is supposed to consist of 70% water. But what if it's pouring into your body, and the level is rising every second?

Water. The kind that stings your eyes. The kind in where you thrash your arms about, trying to fight it. The kind that wraps it's hands around your throat, and squeezes. All you can do is watch. A mere spectator of a horrifying puppet show. Watch, and await the end. Because the end is near.

Scream. Again, and again. Although, all that does is push more water into your mouth. But when death is the closest, is when humans lose all sense. It is then that they forget every rule, every basic fact, and fall into a deep hole of despair. Of trying to get out, by scratching the walls, but realizing that the more you move, the bigger the hole gets.

Scream.

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