Anna stepped through the hatch for the rear compartment, buttoning up the front buttons on a fresh shirt. In a new change of clothes, safely in the air away from Shanghai, with the sun risen and shining through the windows of the plane, a measure of sanity had returned to her as she processed the night. The flashes of blood and gore, the dead bodies, the flaming man.. she reassured herself that it was all to protect herself and her father. She told herself that she'd known before going on this expedition that there might be violence, considering how many times her father had told her about people he'd shot, beaten up, thrown into chasms, and run off the road... but still, witnessing it herself was on a whole other level.

Poor Wu Han. Next to Short Round, he'd shown her the most kindness throughout the trip.

Indiana Jones pressed past her, still in his dress suit, although the coat jacket had been removed in favor of his undershirt. Balled up under his arm was a bundle of recognizable clothes, his beige shirt and trousers along with his leather jacket and fedora. He gave her a smile as he passed overhead, "Try and get some rest, honey."

"Mhm..." Anna sighed as she walked back towards the front of the compartment. There were no seats aside from the ones in the cockpits, only a few wooden pallets and crates they'd manipulated to sit down on top of. It was going to be a rather uncomfortable two-day flight to Delhi, that was for certain.

Willie Scott, wearing Indiana's coat jacket over her less than warm fancy dress, watched her as she sat down across from her, "Hey there..." she said, reaching up and wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with a long fingernail, "Sorry I shouted at you."

Anna grimaced as she sat down, head still chocked full with thought as she responded, "A lot of people have been saying sorry to me recently. How do I know you mean it?"

Willie bit her bottom lip, rubbing her left elbow with her right hand. She twitched as a nearby hen in a cage reached through the bars to peck at her shoulder, causing her to move her hand to brush it off, "Ow- er, I mean, I was real panicked. They were trying to kill me and your father, and I thought Lao must've slipped me something when I saw you flying around near me. If you're a hallucination, then you're a real long lasting one. Otherwise, you're just a strange looking girl, but a girl nonetheless. Us girls got to stick together, hm?"

Anna gave a weak smile and shrugged, "Fair enough. Just don't call me rat, dog, horsey, or anything, and we'll get along fine, okay?"

Willie gave returned the expression before reaching out her gloved hand towards her, "Deal."

Anna shook it, before leaning back onto the wooden pallet. The crates and cages behind her dug into her spine and nipped at her wings, and she leaned forward again and reached to take off her backpack to position it as some sort of cushion. As she did so, she talked, "So, why were you at that club filled with mobsters?"

"I'm a singer," Willie drew her knees up to her chest, leaning forward onto them, "Wanted to try for Hollywood, but no luck. Went to China instead, did some performances on the radio and in theatres where I finally got some success. A man named Lao Che hired me for his nightclub, payed real good. Didn't know he was wrapped up in nasty business until last night."

"You from the States?" Anna asked next.

"Yep, Missouri. Grew up farming chickens, funnily enough," Willie Scott cringed away as another hen made a fuss near her head, flapping its wings and kicking up feathers. After coughing and waving the feathers away, she continued, "Ahem... and where are you and your father from?"

"Connecticut, but originally from Illinois. When I was real young, Dad took me to France and England to study with him. When we moved back to America when I was around seven we started living in Connecticut," she explained, "He teaches at a university nowadays... when he's not, y'know, doing stuff like this."

"You mean he does this kinda stuff all the time?" Willie jerked a thumb in the direction of the rear compartment, lips curled in shocked disbelief.

Anna gave a slight shrug, "All the time. Just... usually not here with him!"

"Gee," Willie gave an uncertain look back towards the tail, "Just once seems to have caused more than enough drama to last me a lifetime!"

The clamor of the plane's floor plating caused Anna's ears to swivel as the small figure of Short Round stepped from the rear compartment, the door behind him closing just in time to see the silhouette of Indiana Jones shrugging on his jacket. Short Round, coming over to sit beside Anna, breathed a sigh of relief, "Holy smokes, that was big cool!"

"Very cool," Anna corrected.

"Yes, very cool," Short Round nodded soberly, adjusting his cap as he leaned back on the cages, "So, where Wu Han go?"

Anna's ears flattened as soon as the question was raised. Even Willie winced slightly, but Anna was the one to eventually muster the courage to say it, "He uh. He died, Short. I saw him myself."

"Oh..." Short Round shifted his sitting position uncomfortably, "That's sad."

Anna pursed her lips as she looked at Short Round as he made himself comfortable in his sitting position. At least, from the outside, the boy seemed to have taken the death better than she herself did... and she had known the man for even less time. Having lost his parents... maybe he was just hardened towards that sort of thing, while she was sheltered from the whole... death thing.

Trying to distract herself, Anna got the boy's attention with a tap on the shoulder, "Hey, Short. You know what course we're heading on?" she asked as she reached into her bag, taking out her annotated map.

"Airport say we going to Delhi, refuel at Chungking," Short Round shrugged, "No talk to the pilots yet. I go take a nap now, okay?"

"'Airport says', 'You didn't talk to the pilots yet', and 'I will go and take a nap now'," Anna corrected as she extracted her red pencil. Slowly, she began to draw a red line from Shanghai going in a west-by-southwesterly course...

Anna was aboard the ship again. The storm pounded outside. The floor had a heavily tilt to one side. Her small form was obscured by the dresser, yet it was torn out of the way by an invisible force, leaving her naked and exposed.

The cabin door was thundering as a thousand fists beat on the other side. A voice screamed out from the other side, "YOU LISTEN HERE, CHILD! DO WHAT I SAY! OPEN THE DOOR!"

The Man from the Ship lay on his side, guts splayed by the path of a bullet. His intestines squirmed and writhed, dark and scaly, like a thousand minnows eating their way out of a sack. Yet, unlike all the previous times, the Man was not alone. The smuggler from Ningpo lay right beside him, whispering something completely incomprehensible as his lips fluttered open and shut as if they were driven by motors. Through the hole in his head, she could see his brain, tendrils poking out from the rendered flesh to try and rejoin.

Then, the light from the lamp overhead shifted as the ship tilted again. Wu Han lay, slumped against a bunk, chest totally soaked in his own blood. His face streamed with black liquid from a hundred cuts from an incandescent bulb, and with a slow motion he looked up towards her. His bones clicked and flesh twisted like leather as he opened his mouth and let out a loud, warbling scream.

As if the ship was coming apart, booms and bangs sounded throughout the area. It was like gunshots, ever crescendoing and piercing the ears, even as Anna screamed and raised her hooves to block them.

With a gasp, Anna jolted awake. She was back in the airplane. The bodies were still there, staring at her as she laid paralyzed. Eventually, they slowly faded away, leaving her with her friends and family in the empty, chilly cargo hold.

Beneath her cheek, the slow rise and fall of her father's diaphragm cautioned her to not make any sudden movements as she looked up to his head as he snored softly, his fedora pulled down over his eyes. Short Round slept just a few feet away, curled up against a tarpaulin-covered crate. Just across from Anna, Willie Scott leaned backwards against the rolled up remains of her Parisian dress, now dressed in Indiana's slightly beaten up dress suit.

Her eyes stung as she reached up and rubbed tears from her vision. Her head subtly ached for the feeling of sleep once again, but something in her feathers requested she didn't do so yet.

What was it? A storm? No, blue skies from what she could see from where she lay below the windows, and she couldn't tell the weather that easily while inside the closed fuselage of the airplane. Actually... wait, yes, the pressure was a lot lower than usual, but not in the way of a low pressure zone for a storm. They were higher... ascending.

Curious, Anna gently lifted herself from her father's lap. Hopping up onto a nearby crate, wincing as she made a bit of noise that caused Willie to stirr, she peered through a window out at the landscape below. Tall mountains rose out from below them, and she peered as she saw the unmistakable landmark just at the very edge of her vision: Mount Everest.

Her brow instantly furrowed as she turned around, looking at the map she had left discarded on the floor. The Himalayas lay nowhere on their course. Why had the pilots taken them off course... she peered towards the curtain towards the cockpit. A small gap in the curtain revealed the eyes of the Chinese men piloting the plane, and they quickly looked away as she met their gazes.

Her eyes remaining on the cockpit, she carefully stepped off the box towards her father... only for her to slip and fall painfully onto her muzzle with a clatter of deck plating. Scrambling back to all fours, her ears perked as she heard hushed Chinese conversation from the cockpit. She rubbed her nose as pain stung through her nostrils, and looked to her father, who was still out cold despite the noise she'd just made. She couldn't say the same for Willie Scott, though, whose hand brushed her tail as she reached up to rub her eyes.

"Are we there yet?" Willie mumbled sitting up slightly only to hiss in pain and rub the back of her neck, "Ow... my back..."

"Shh," Anna insisted as she poked her father in the side, "Dad! Dad!" she hissed at him.

Indiana stirred and accidentally kicked a foot against Short Round, waking him too. Mumbling, he reached up to raise the hat on his head slightly, "Are we here already? Good..."

"No!" Anna stretched her foreleg to cover her father's mouth, "We're over the himalayas!"

"Hm?" Indiana quirked an eyebrow as he pushed her hoof away from his mouth, "What's wrong with that?"

"That's not on our course Dad, they've turned north!" Anna whispered to him, giving an indicative glance towards the cockpit.

Short Round stood up from his resting position, his arm snagging on part of the tarpaulin as he rubbed his eyes, "What going on?"

Indiana's eyes went to Short Round as he pulled off a bit of the tarpaulin from the crate, and as he saw the stenciled words on the front he breathed, "...Oh shit."

=LAO CHE ENTERPRISES=

Willie Scott screamed suddenly. All eyes in the cabin went from the wording on the crate to her, then to where she was looking in terror. One of the pilots, a rotund man in insulated pilot gear, stood by with a pistol pointed straight at Willie Scott, Nǐ! Jones! Nǐ tīng dé dǒng pǔtōnghuà!" he shouted, eyes glancing between Willie and Indiana.

Anna's body tensed, and he could feel her father's body tense right alongside her as they both stared up at the gun-wielding airman. Indiana slowly nodded, "Wǒ míngbái."

"Rúguǒ nǐmen zhōng de rènhé yīgè dòngle, wǒ jiù huì kāi qiāng dǎ sǐ nàgè nǚhái!" the man shouted, tensing his grip on the gun towards Willie.

The woman herself cringed away from the gun, holding up a hand to shield from the barrel as she whimpered and instinctively tried to back away, pressing back into the crates behind her. Indiana swallowed, looking down to the holster on the right side of his belt... still empty from the shanghai chase. His eyes instead drifted to his daughter, where a more full holster beckoned to him.

"Jǔ shǒu!" the pilot screamed, waving his gun towards Indiana, locking his attention back onto him. Slowly, Indiana raised his hands. Eventually, the pilot looked down at Anna as well, "Nǐ! Bǎ nǐ de qiāng rēng gěi wǒ!" he demanded of her, looking at her gun holster.

"He wants your gun," Indiana muttered to Anna.

Anna nodded, her lessons with Short Round making it so that she more or less gleaned the meaning of her words. She slowly began to reach for her holster.

"Nǐmen dōu jiāng liú zàiyuán dì, zhídào wǒmen zhuólù bìng jiāng nǐmen jiāo gěi wǒ de gùzhǔ!" the pilot shouted, aiming his gun at Anna as she reached for her own.

Anna gritted her teeth. She got the general message that they were going to turn them back over to Lao Che... which instantly made a lightbulb flicker back on in her head. She looked over at Indiana, seeing his eyes as they flicked around the cabin, trying to come up with a solution. A rush coursed through her heart and into her belly as she unbuttoned the holster. The only reason the pilots hadn't murdered them in their sleep was because they wanted her alive... and right now he was threatening her with a gun he wasn't allowed to shoot her with...

Taking out her revolver, she pointed it at the ceiling with a nervous smile. The pilot held out a hand to take it, and the world seemed to slow as Anna sucked in a deep breath. Allowing the revolver to slide down into a level position in her hoof, she manipulated the trigger with her magnetic grip and squeezed a round directly into the man's general direction.

The pilot screamed as the bang filled the cabin, reflexively squeezing the trigger straight up into the air as another round bit into the ceiling. Blood stains began to pool around the man's sternum as Indiana rushed from his sitting position and tackled the man to the floor.

Anna's heart thundered as she reaimed her revolver as the two men struggled, pointing it at the copilot still flying the plane from the cockpit. She squeezed the trigger again, the shot going wide as she reflexively shut her eyes once more. Opening her eyes again, she cursed herself as she saw a bullet hole clean through the plane's windshield, the copilot now cowering away from view.

Something dribbled from the ceiling onto the floor in front of Anna. She took only a quick moment to assess what it was. Fuel gushed from a bullet hole in the ceiling, stinking up the cabin with fumes.

Short Round rushed by Anna, coming to beat one the pilot's limb as he struggled with Indiana. Anna cursed her distractedness, and looked to see how she could help, only for Indiana to land one final blow, knocking the man cold just after he fired off one final blind shot into the air, knocking another hole into the ceiling. Grabbing the pistol off of the man, Indiana whirled to wield the gun towards the copilot, but all he received was a blast of air as one of the cockpit doors flew open.

The distant sound of a man screaming caused Anna to jump up onto a crate, peering out a window as a parachute deployed behind the plane.

"Nobody's flying the plane! Nobody's flying the PLAAANE!!" Willie screamed, scrambling to her feet as Indiana rushed past into the cockpit.

Windmilling his arms slightly to gain his balance as he stood up, shaking the unconscious pilot off of him, Indiana staggered towards the cockpit, "Short Round! Tie up the pilot!"

Anna jumped down from the crate, looking at the pilot as Short Round grabbed a nearby rope, typing his arms to his torso. Blood spread across his jacket, "Dad! He's gonna die! He's gonna bleed out!"

"He was trying to kill us first!" Indiana shouted as he sat down at the pilot's seat.

"Can't we help him!?" Anna shouted, looking between the man and the cockpit.

Indiana leaned over the controls, looking at the gauges in front of him, "Just leave him! There's probably nothing we can do for him up here anyway!"

Anna spared one final pained look at the dying pilot, before looking up to Willie and Short Round, "Please tell me one of you knows how to do first aid."

Willie was too busy cringing at the sight of blood, and Short Round simply turned to her with a pained look on his face, "Anna, it too late. He gonna die soon. Go and help Doctah Jones."

Anna's eyes locked onto the man as, suddenly, the cold fuselage of the airplane around her became frigid. In her mind's eye, she saw the corpse of Wu Han, staring up at her from the base of the table in the club. The scream of the man as a lightbulb crashed against his face echoed in her ears as she looked away, bile rising in her throat.

There was something wrong as she held her hoof over her mouth. She looked up to the holes in the ceiling. Fuel was now dripping through them in small drops rather than constant streams.

"Oh god..." Anna stumbled slightly, tearing her eyes away from the pilot's form as she stepped into the cockpit.

Indiana struggled with the flight yoke, trying to keep the plane's nose level as he looked around, "We're screwed if we crash here. We might have enough fuel to make it for the nearest airfield, can you try and read the map to see where the nearest one is?"

Anna swallowed a lump in her throat as she lifted herself over the middle console and into the copilot's seat. Her eyes were immediately attracted to the fuel gauge, which was still above the red bar. She reached forward, tapping the gauge with her hoof. Almost instantly, the stuck gauge dropped to zero, the red "LOW FUEL" light blinking on afterwards.

Indiana's eyes followed her hoof to the fuel gauge, before looking back out over the nose of the plane as a sputtering sound began to emanate from the engines, "...Oh shit."

"You know how to fly a plane, right Dad?" Anna asked, hesitantly.

"No, do you?" said Indiana gave an uncertain side-glance towards her, "I don't think it's going to matter, losing altitude at this rate!"

Anna immediately reached for the radio transmitter in the middle of the console, "Okay, okay," she wracked her brain for the vaguely remembered conversation she had with Jock a month ago. Eventually, she reached for the frequency tuner, "One two one point five..." she turned the knob until the analog readout on the front read out the frequency, then she raised the transmitter to her mouth, holding down the buttons on either side, "Mayday mayday mayday, this is uh..."

She looked around her, eventually finding a clipboard shoved into the space between the seat and the middle console. On the top of the spreadsheet, the plane's tail number was written, "This is uh, Oh-Bee-Seven. One of our pilots are incapacitated, and the other has jumped out of the vehicle. We've run out of fuel and our engines are dying. Uh... help!?"

A faint crackle emanated from the radio, but no response came. Indiana swatted the transmitter out from her hoof and gripped her foreleg, "We're gonna have to ditch. Go back and check with Short-"

Short Round himself poked his head into the cockpit, "Doctah Jones! No parachutes in the back! Wait, there one here-" He gripped a backpack looking object on the back of the pilot's seat, only for a tumble of cloth and paracord to fall out, a clean cut ripping from top to bottom.

"This is going to sound insane. Anna, how much weight can you lift?" Indiana said, his previous question apparently answered, getting up out of his seat and clutching his hat as he bumped the ceiling.

"Not a lot!?" Anna blurted, reaching out and gripping the yoke as it tried to go back into a neutral position. The engines sputtered and died completely, their rumble completely replaced with wind whistling through the airframe and the sounds of Willie Scott panicking in the cabin.

"If you can give us a bit of drag, I might have a plan!" Indiana shouted, running out of sight behind her.

Anna gripped the flight yoke tightly, the hide wrapped around the bars for better grip squeaking slightly as her body tensed. The plane was steadily losing altitude without any power from the engines. With the mountain ranges below them, they had not the altitude to spare. A mountain peak rocketed by beneath them and on the other side, nothing but a rocky cliff face rose above the plane, an impact being only seconds away.

At that point, Indiana grabbed Anna by the scruff of the neck, pulling her from the pilot seat as she hissed in pain. A yellow, inflatable life raft sat next to the cargo hatch door, with Short Round clutching their bags as he stood next to it.

"A boat!? We're not sinking! We're crashing!!! AHHHHH!" Willie screamed as she pointed back out towards the windshield as the plane grew ever closer to the slope.

"Anna!" Indiana took four ropes, hooked into several rings along the sides of the raft and tied them together at the top, "Take this rope! Try and keep the raft facing upwards so we catch as much air as we can!" Anna blinked, spreading her wings slightly as she looked at them. There was no time to think though, and as Indiana gave her the end of the rope, she hooked her forelegs under it as he dragged Willie onto the deflated raft. Indiana gripped a bright red release handle, "Hold on tight to anything you can! Three! Two! One!"

The raft hissed as it inflated, before toppling over the side and out of the airplane. The rope yanked Anna out with it, her head barely missing the tail fins as they tumbled through the air. Wind whistled by Anna's ears and past her body as she dangled from the end of the rope above the heavier raft.

Her instincts told her that if she spread her wings to full span now, she'd do nothing but snap them off as they caught too much wind. As the ground grew ever closer, she overcame her fear and slowly began to spread her wings, the wind caught in them being overwhelming as she held onto the rope with all her might. No matter how hard her muscles strained to keep them from stretching to full span, the wind was simply stronger, and her wings were forced into full spread as painful spasms went down the tendons controlling them.

Despite the wind roaring past her ears, she could still hear one thing:

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The snowy ground approaching faster, and the raft (and herself) still going too fast, adrenaline willed Anna to flap despite the pulled tendons. Willing whatever energy allowed her to summon lightning from clouds and energize her whip, Anna strained against the ropes. The ropes strained, but the raft stayed open-side up. Its wide, flat base dragged through the air like an extra pair of wings. When the raft smacked into the snowy slope, their momentum was nowhere near fully arrested... but it was just enough that when the raft hit the ground, she hit the ground without breaking anything.

Ropes tangled around her legs and torso as she began to roll after the raft, sliding down the hill. All her ears could hear was the sound of snow crunching, the wind being knocked out of her, and the distant sounds of feminine screaming. Eventually, she stopped ragdolling behind the raft, the tangle of ropes straightening out as she slid on her stomach down the snowy slope on her own.

"Ow! *Pant* Ow! *Gasp* Ow!" Anna groaned as humps and bumps started to stick out underneath the snow, causing her to bounce along behind the raft. Between the snow being tossed into her eyes, she could see the silhouettes of her friends and family holding onto dear life on the raft.

Just when it seemed like the raft would slide to a stop, suddenly the raft dropped down in front of her. Letting out a scream, she was quickly yanked over as well by the ropes. Her wings, in no condition to provide any more flight, dangled uselessly at her sides as they plunged over the cliff. Before she could even comprehend the world spinning in circles around her, her hide stung with an impact and her ears were filled with the roar of water.

She coughed, her lungs immediately begging to take back the breath that she didn't have. Rocks and gravel scraped at her from underwater, and the demand for air eventually made her take an instinctual breath. Water entered her windpipe and caused it to spasm closed.

She burst through the river's surface, coughing and spluttering as she was yanked clear by the ropes. Hands aggressively grabbed at her and pulled her across a rubbery, wet surface. Vision dark and mind swimming, a hand slammed against her back, pushing water out of her throat as she finally reacquired the ability to breathe.

"IS SHE OKAY!?" Willie's voice screamed over the sounds of the water and the current.

The raft bounced back and forth, water splashing around its sides as it flew down the bulges and waves of white water rapids. Every single toss and turn threatened to upend the raft. Everyone on board clung for dear life as the raft was flung at the mercy of the rapids.

Finally, though, the world began to slow down around them. The raft stabilized as the sounds of the water died down. Anna slowly sat up, heart still thundering from adrenaline. She shook her head, flinging off water with it.

"Oh thank God..." Willie's voice came in her right ear, which perked weakly to face it.

"She alive? She not dead!?" Short Round's voice came in the other ear.

Indiana's voice, low and soothing, came as a hand clutched her shoulder, "Keep breathing, get all the water out. Don't worry about anything else, we're safe."

Not that Anna had any real choice in the matter as her lungs worked themselves raw to restore the deficiency of oxygen in her veins. Sensation slowly returned to her limbs as the effects of the snow and high-altitude water she had been dragged through fought with the sun overhead. She felt her right foreleg get grabbed by Indiana's hand as cloth was wrapped around it. She laid on her back, recovering as various parts of her were bandaged by cloth.

Short Round's head appeared over her own, his eyes wide, "Anna very brave. If not for her, I become Short Flat."

Anna chuckled tiredly, reaching up and wiping some expelled water from her mouth, "Anna is very brave. If it was not for her, you would become Short Flat."

Short Round smiled, nodding as a final bandage was tied.

Willie Scott, her complex and fashionable hairstyle and makeup completed washed out by the water, flicked water off of her hands, "I hate being wet..." she muttered.

Indiana sighed as he stood up, his head coming into Anna's frame of vision, "You okay?"

"I- I think so," Anna groaned as she sat up onto her haunches, looking over herself. The remains of her father's dinner jacket were tied around her legs and barrel, and were already staining with blood. She remembered the rocks at the bottom of the river, yet didn't feel any pain yet. The raft was now bobbing along towards the shore in the midst of a verdant, green jungle.

As her heart rate slowly decreased, now being safe, Anna suddenly realized that she was not alright. Not only had she been cut open by the rocks, but her wings- millions of sharp knives scraped against her very bones whenever she tried to move them. She gasped and winced, "I-I think I broke my wings!"

Indiana delicately touched one of her wings, "...Not broken. You dislocated it. Brace yourself, I'll try and put it back in," he gripped her wing, making her shiver in painful anticipation, "On three? One, two-"

Anna's scream echoed through the forest as the wing was forced back into its socket with an audible pop.

Chuckling, Indiana went for her other wing, "We'll give you some time to rest before we do the other one. Okay?"

Anna nodded, tears forming in her eyes from the pain, "O-Okay..." Suddenly, her other wing was forced back into position, causing her to bite her tongue and blood to pool in her mouth as she suppressed another scream.

"Try not to fly, let those muscles heal, you might've strained them," Indiana sighed, standing up and putting his hands on his hips, "Can you walk?"

"I think so," Anna said, hyperventilating as the pain all too slowly dulled in her wings. With a frown, she suddenly realized, "We're... not getting to America by next week, are we Dad?"

Indiana frowned, simply saying, "Probably not."

Willie kicked against the side of the raft in frustration, "Ohhh- you- ugh! I can't believe it, but I wish I was back in Shanghai! I had plans to watch Cleopatra tonight! It was going to be in my local theater! Then I was going to go home to enjoy my cheat day of- of ice cream, maybe some cake! I would've been freshly paid by Lao and everything!"

Anna, similarly, slumped, "Is it usually this nonstop, Dad?"

Indiana gave the slightest hint of a smile at that as he shrugged, "When it gets going, it tends to keep going."

Her heart sank with dread at that statement. Already, Anna felt as if she was exhausted - not just physically, but emotionally. She didn't know how good she had it in Bedford, with her nice house, nice food, comfortable bed, regular schedule, and friends. She'd kill just to simply be back, with her father, watching a movie in the cinema, eating ice cream on the way back home, and curling up for a good night's rest without any fear of people breaking in and taking her away in the night.

The raft knocked up against the gravel shore of the river. Willie Scott stood unsteadily, stepping out onto the riverside and raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. Squinting, she asked, "Where are we, anyway?"

Indiana reached down towards Anna to help her to her hooves, but paused as he looked at something at the jungle's edge, "...We're in India."

Anna turned her head, looking to the figure that Indiana had spotted. An elderly, dark skinned man with white hair stared at them with imperceptible eyes, judging them silently as he stood at a distance...

Author's Note

Why do people say the fridge scene is ridiculous when the plane scene exists?

Also, my old Subnautica naming conventions coming back around here, naming chapters after names of the original materials' OSTs.