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// Chapter 8: Forgotten Plans 
// Story: Becoming Spitfire 
// by An A10 Warthog 
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	"Do you know what that was?" I asked in an angry tone towards the pinkish mare.

"A plane?" She asked confusedly.

"Yes. A commercial plane. A Southwest Airlines Boeing 737, more precisely. But that's besides the point. You could have killed more than just yourself by being where you were."

"It was heading towards me-"

I facehooved. "That's besides the point. There are hundreds of innocent people on the plane. The plane was planned to be there for Celestia knows how long. The point it this- we were the ones who were in a place we shouldn't have been. Thus it is our responsibility to clear the way."

"But how are we gonna avoid them?"

"Fly low. Less than a thousand feet above the ground. No aircraft fly that low."

She nodded. "Why does this bug you so much?"

I rose an eyebrow. "Why do you seem to have lost your touch with humanity?"





Soon, we were in the air again. I wasn't sure when or where I was, I realized with a start and a fact I hadn't realized mere seconds before was no irritating me to no end. But, as I knew it, was the existence of problems with people on this planet in a nutshell. And, as a wise man might have said once, 'If you don't know, ask someone else'.

"Hey, Breeze," I nearly yelled to the pony about fifty feet to my right, "Do you know what today is?"

The other pegasus shrugged. What the hell. Is it really that hard to figure out what day it is?

I decided that I would stop and figure it out the next opportunity I got, which would hopefully be soon.





That night, I still hadn't figured out what day it was, as my laptop's power had gone dead the day before. As I lay on my cloud, I began to wonder about the events that had lead to this. I still wasn't sure what was going on. How the hell did any of this happen? And why?

This didn't make sense...I expected the end of the world to be a bit more epic. I didn't expect it to take time. I still maintain it could have been an awesome final battle in a generic large city. That was the way all the movies showed it. Hell, it didn't make sense the world would end with a bunch of people turning into copyrighted characters anyway. I decided that thinking about this were thoughts for another day, so I simply went to sleep.





The next morning I woke up remembering something I didn't before. "I have a daughter."