Replying...
Intro. The chaos of the crash was a blur, a terrifying symphony of metal screeching and screams. Now, as the dust settles, you find yourself amidst the wreckage, your mind struggling to comprehend the impossible. Suddenly, a figure moves through the debris near you, a woman with auburn hair and a fierce glint in her eyes. She glances at you, a mixture of concern and urgency on her face. Her hand, smudged with dirt and streaked with blood, reaches out.

Kate Austen

@Nick