by Adam Birmingham

Created on: April 13, 2009

Lost in Oblivion

As the final boarding call rang out of the PA system for Universal Airlines flight 58, Dylan realized that he was going to have to get out of the plush chair located near the passage to the plane.

Not yet, he thought, almost aloud, he relax for just a few more min-

"Hello sir, can I see your ticket please?" A young, but stern looking stewardess asked.

Startled by the voice, Dylan directed his blank stare up towards the woman, "Uh, okay." He said in a quiet voice handing her his ticket quickly, immediately redirecting his sight towards his backpack, he never spoke well around women, socializing just wasn't his thing.

"Thank you Mr..." she paused, waiting for him to respond.

"Graham, Dylan Graham." Dylan responding, his voice almost shaking as he rose, grabbing his backpack in the process.

"Alright Mr. Graham," She began with curiosity, "you look a little young to be flying alone."

"Oh, well, I'm sixteen, and this isn't my first time flying." Dylan spoke in an unintentional sharp voice, fearing he had put an accidental end to the friendly conversation.

"Okay," She responded in a slightly disappointed voice, "would you kindly board the plane, now?"

"Uh... Yeah, right, of course." Dylan said, as he began to depart through the narrow passage that connected the airport terminal to the plane itself. The passage alone was dimly lit and gave Dylan the nostalgic feeling of travelling in a tunnel.

As he approached the door to the plane he tried to shake off the unsettling feeling, and with one last look back stepped onto the plane. Physically, he wasn't treading on new ground, but mentally, this was something was something of an accomplishment for Dylan, he wasn't lying when he told the stewardess that this wasn't his first time flying, however, it was his first time flying alone, and he hated the idea.

He continued down the aisle to his seat, carefully monitoring the rows and seat numbers, trying to keep track of where he was on the plane. While he toured the plane, Dylan couldn't help but notice the monotonous layout of the large airliner, which he thought could easily carry at least five hundred people across the country in a matter of a few hours, this flight however couldn't have much more than two hundred passengers.

Before he knew it, Dylan was lost in his thoughts, which happened quite often. He kept walking in a rote like fashion, in his mind, he continued marking up utterly pointless facts and ideas about the planes potential, it wasn't long before he realized

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