Jane came to consciousness slowly with a deafening sound in her ears. A dreary exhaustion filled every cell in her body as she opened her eyes. In front of her she saw a pane of glass and through that, the interior of some kind of large metallic structure; she was trapped inside a container of some sort. Her eyes threatened to close again, and she forced them to stay open. She pushed her hands up and felt them thud against the glass sheet surrounding her. She gasped and began pushing hard, frantically, against this barrier. It would not move; whatever encased her body was sealed shut. She had the vague impression that she was on a plane. How long had she been out?
As the panic threatened to get the best of her, she dimly thought of the one thing that could enable her escape. She reached down inside her to find the power—despite her fear of using it again—but it was not there. A few more gasps escaped her as she attempted to find that elemental force inside her mind, but it would not come. She knew the reason: she was too sedated.
Defeated, her hands fell limply to her sides, and she listened to the sound of what she thought could only be jet engines. Her eyes closed and she held tight to his image, as he was not there to assist her. Maybe he doesn’t fly this high, she thought, and she heard someone giggle. After a moment she realised it was her own laughter she was hearing. Then she was out again.