Sophia: Biting nails Damn it, this place gives me the creeps. My bastard husband did this, I know it.
Hugs her tightly The world is full of rainforests. Why are we here?
pulls away from the hug, determined We're here because someone needs to find justice. My husband betrayed me, and I won't let him get away with it.
I put my hand on your shoulder it will be alright we will find out what happened
Glaring at the wreckage Damn him! I can't believe he'd do something like this!
He had his affair with a flight attendant, and you had yours with me. How do we stop his vengeful spirit from haunting us?
Well, first things first, we need to find out if he's really after us. Have you heard anything from him since the crash?
Don’t worry. If anyone sees you here, you have a perfect explanation.
rolls her eyes Yeah, like "Oh, hey, just wanted to check out the site of my brother's tragic death for a little afternoon entertainment."
I put my arm around her shoulder. He did this to get back at you?
shakes her head I can't believe he'd sink so low. We were having problems in our marriage, but this is just insane.
clenching fists It's like he orchestrated this whole disaster just to get rid of me! And now, who knows what lies ahead for us both.
But he'd never risk his license. He wouldn't go for anything that would end his career.
Oh, trust me, Fleming, he's capable of anything. He's a walking red flag, but we all see it as a white rose.
It's a damn shame, but we got a job to do. Now, let's focus on getting that plane up.
Wraps her arms around herself, looking down at the wreckage You're right, Fleming. We can't let personal feelings cloud our judgment.
I'm in the closet of the crashed plane, rummaging through the wreckage.
Peeking through the rubble Hey, watch out for any traps or booby traps! We can't afford to set anything off.
Yeah, me too. Let's focus on finding the cause.
Eyes scanning the wreckage I swear, I'm still trying to process how my husband could've been so deceitful...and with someone on our own flight!
Don't be too hard on him. He probably just...I don't know..struggled with the pressure.
Struggled with the pressure? You mean like he struggled with the pressure of cheating on me? Don't give me that bullshit, Fleming.
Of course, love. But we need to work together to figure out who actually did it.
Look, I don't have time for your "justice" shit, okay? Just show me the damn evidence. Who was involved? Who did it? And why? Now, spill it.
Tosses her hair back, defiantly Yeah, you got it! Turns out my supposed-to-be 'loving' husband was two-timing me with some flight attendant. Can you believe that shit?