Chapter Five

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The sound of birds singing outside wakes Oliver up, to his surprise everyone is awake and outside. He wakes up and stretches before going outside. The weather seems to be calm and cold. But the sun still beams down. Oliver leaves the plane and looks at everyone, at the side of the Plane, painting. 


Oliver: What's going on?

Kate: We're just spray painting the side of the plane. Want to try?

Oliver: No thanks.

Ryan: You're awake! Brilliant. 

Oliver: Yes, hello.

Ryan: So by the looks of things everything will be fine, the wind seems to be on our side so I'd say we should make it there in good time. 

Oliver: That is brilliant.

Ryan: Yeah, I'll have to show you sometime. 

Oliver: No, I'm good. But thanks.

Ryan: I think we picked the best plane for it also, it seems to just give me a good vibe.

Oliver: That's better than a bad one.

Oliver: So where is he?

Ryan: He's sat at the back of the plane. 

Ryan: Oliver, I know that he's a bit of a dick but I say just keep him around.

Oliver: I think I will. 

Oliver: I don't need another death on my hands.


Kate comes over.


Kate: So we all set?

Oliver: Looks like it.

Kate: Okay awesome.

Kate: Have you thought about what you're going to do?

Oliver: He's staying. Thanks to you. I can't just leave him to die out here. 

Kate: Well good, I think you've made a good choice. 

Oliver: Only time will tell. He could still be a nightmare to deal with. 

Kate: Oh yeah, probably will be. 

Kate: See you inside?

Oliver: Yeah sure.


Kate goes and takes a seat.


Oliver: Guys are you ready to go?

George: Yeah, I think we are. 

Favour: I'm sitting next to a window!

Esme: You're sitting with me?

Oliver: Yes, obviously.

Abi: Guess I'm sat with you then Math

Math: Looks like it.


Oliver and Ryan are the last ones in the plane before Ryan shuts the doors. 

Oliver sits next to Esme, as Ryan sits and starts the engine. He switches the speaker on.


Ryan: This is your captain speaking, welcome to Ryan Air. 

Oliver: Fucking hell.

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