*FAIR WARNING: THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT!*
ABOARD APOLLO AIRLINES FLIGHT DF-0301
SOMEWHERE ABOVE THE NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN
The stench of cigarettes filled the airplane. Jack wasn't the only one smoking in that plane. He sat in his seat, eager to get off the plane and book a room in the hotel of his choice. "What a week it's going to be!", he thought. He could hardly sit still. He simply could not wait!
As one of the flight attendants walked down the isle, Jack stopped her.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but just what are the coordinates we are at right now?" he asked, looking down at his present.
"I'll ask the pilot," she replied. Jack lifted his head, and peered out the window. It was an eerie night. The sky was pitch black, save for the full moon which lit a small portion of the cloudy skies. He couldn't even see the ocean; it was a vast, black nothing below.
Pulling out his wallet, Jack took a drag from his cigarette. He opened his wallet and looked at a picture of him and his family in front of the farm house. He felt a little home sick. He looked at his mother and father, and smiled.
This week, he'd miss them.
There were some footsteps from someone walking down the isle. Jack quickly looked up and saw it was the flight attendant.
"Sir, we are at about... 63° 2' N, 29° 55' W. Why on earth would you want to know that?"
"It's a long story," Jack replied.
He looked down at the gift. The coordinates matched! Flooded with a feeling of joy, reminiscent of when he was a young boy waking up on Christmas morning, he tore the wrapping paper off the gift. Under the wrapping paper was a white box. Grinning, he ripped the cover on the box off.
The world went black.