The plane violently shook, rocking back and forth a mile above the ground.

“Pilot! What’s going on? Control the plane!” The man said in a vulgar tone.

“It’s under control Mr. Henderson. My apologies sir, these small jets don’t handle very well in this kind of weather.”

The man Richard Henderson is a multimillionaire who is the body designer for a very successful automotive company. He was on a business trip from his home in California to Florida to meet his boss for a proposal on the new 2013 series of cars being produced.


“Get me scotch and Caviar.” Richard was yelling over his NWA blaring through his headphones.

“Right away Mr. Henderson.” Responded the new flight attendant, Julia. She’s a real empty headed girl, but absolutely stunning. That must be the only reason she even got the job working for him. “Here you go sir.” Julia handed him his order.

“Ah thank you sweet heart.” He said as he kissed her hand.

Another ferocious wind knocked on the side of the aircraft causing it to sway back and forth like the first time only much worse than the first time.
“Pilot! You need to get me there safely or you’re not going to have a job!” Richard muttered in a bitter voice.
“Sir, we’re heading right through the middle of a huge snow storm, there’s not much that I can do!” Fear was trembling in his voice.
“Pilot you n…”
Cutting him off mid sentence the pilot snapped, “My name is NOT pilot! I have a name too and I’m sick of being nothing but your worthless servant!”
“Seriously who cares? Just try to land us!” Julia cried out pausing with deep sobs.
“Hold on everyone we’re going to have to crash land...”

The plane shook rapidly through the air. Everything in the cabin is now falling all around smashing against anything in its way, as if there was an Earthquake and everything is rumbling off the shelves. The jet is spinning around in a dive bomb at high speeds plummeting towards the snowy mountain face. Everyone is tumbling around trying to find something to hold on too still, when suddenly the aircraft crashes down in valley of an arctic mountain. The plane lay in a complete disaster. All is silent.


“Help! I’m stuck!” cried out Richard. “Pilot!”

“Mr. Henderson where are you?”

The storm was making it impossible to see anything. Snow was coming down 4-6 inches per hour. The blistering cold could kill them both when the shock wears off.

“Don’t worry I’ll get you out of here.” Just as he started pulling the debris off him a sharp pain pierced his left shoulder. He found a piece of shrapnel stabbed into his upper back. With screams of pain he manages to pull the metal shard out. He proceeds to pull the wreck off of him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, what are we going to do?? I’m going to lose my job!”


“Mr. Henderson, forget the job right now we just need to focus on surviving.” He whispered with a lack of confidence. “We’ll have to camp here for the night.”

A night went by. They were kept up in fear hearing the loud howls of a pack of wolfs throughout the night.

“Craig, wake up.”

“I’m awake…I didn’t think that you actually knew that I had a name.”

“Please, call me Richard.”
With a surprised yet relieved expression on his face Craig yelled, “The radio! We can signal someone to come out here to get us.”

“Oh please.. It probably broke in the crash.”

They spent the rest of the morning scavenging like a natural disaster scene, making shelter, fire, and trying to get radio signal.

“We’re going to have to bring the radio to the top of the mountain to get a chance of getting any signal.” Said Craig.

“Well okay then what are we waiting on? Let’s go while we have some sun light left.”
The next 6 hours was spent hiking up the snowy mountain. They brought an emergency raft and all the towels with incase they were going to be sleeping up there. Eventually when they made it to the top it was starting to get dark out. They set up the radio as soon as they could.

“Hello? Can anybody hear me?” Craig yelled over the radio “Hello? Someone pick up!”

“This is tower 43 what is your crisis?” said the mysterious voice on the radio.

“Our plane went down in the mountains in Colorado, my name is Craig Lindon, I’m a personal pilot for Richard Henderson, we’re all that’s left, and we need help!”

“Don’t worry we’ll have someone there as soon as we can, we are calculating your coordinates right now.”

“Thank you, hurry, please..” Craig’s voice trailed off and the voice on the radio was gone.

They sat waiting for another 2 and a half hours, but to them it felt like another 2 days. They sat in the raft covered in towels trying to keep warm in the bitter cold. Suddenly the roar of a helicopter was slowly getting louder and louder.

“Hey! Do you hear that? It must be them!” yelled Richard.

“Finally…”
They scurried over to the edge of the mountain. They watched as the huge helicopter slowly arose from the edge of the mountain finally arriving for their rescue.

“Come on Richard, let’s go home.”

“yeah, home..”