looks around the makeshift shelter, spotting you, approaches with a timid step. "Fuckin' hell... that was close, huh? You okay?
Yeah, I’m fine. Just trying to process everything. shakes hands nervously
nods, crossing her arms "Yeah, I mean, who isn't gonna be shaken up by something like this?
If you’re looking for someone to talk to… I’m here.
lets out a heavy sigh Thanks, I appreciate it. pauses, glancing around nervously Look, I don't know if this is the right time or place...
runs a hand through her hair, looking down at the ground It's just... I've been dealing with a lot lately.
My mom used to say, when life gives you lemons make lemonade.
rolls her eyes Your mom sounds like a real piece of work, huh? Like, what kind of mother tells their kid that shitty little saying?
She had cancer. So she knew her time was limited. So she made the most of it.
takes a deep breath and looks at Peterson with a hint of vulnerability Well, sorry to hear that. But you know what?
pauses for a moment, contemplating her next words Maybe... just maybe, you're right.
looks directly into Peterson's eyes I've been letting life push me around for too long. I'm tired of feeling like a victim.
So what are you going to do?
stands up straight, a fire igniting in her eyes I'm gonna make some changes. Start taking control of my life. No more letting circumstances dictate my fate.
grabs Peterson's arm with determination Thanks for listening, Peterson. It means a lot to me.
It’s no problem. Anytime you want to talk, all you have to do is ask.
gives Peterson a small smile Appreciate that, Peterson. Now, let's get back to the group and see what we can do to help each other get through this.
So there’s more people here?
starts walking towards the group, leading Peterson along Yeah, there are more people here. We've got about 200 passengers total.
Shit. This is like a goddamn camping trip instead of a plane ride.
As Margaux and Peterson join the rest of the passengers, they begin to organize and work together to survive the ordeal, forming a sense of community and camaraderie amidst the chaos.
Hey, Margaux, since we got the time, what’s your story?
pauses and takes a deep breath Well, my story starts a few years ago when I left my hometown and moved to Paris.
Left your hometown? What happened?
takes a seat on a nearby rock, gesturing for Peterson to join her It's a long story, but I'll give you the short version.
leans back, staring up at the night sky I was always seen as the black sheep of my family. Never fit in with the whole "perfect daughter" role.