Siemens

6. Lifeless bodies and debris sank slowly into the Atlantic as if part of some sadistic piece of art. A wing of the now broken plane falls into the water shattering the propellor into thousands of fragments. Jagged metal pieces now whizz through the water but instead of causing more destruction the commotion brings one body to life.

The man thrashes about wildly trying to make it to the safety of fresh air as he begins to scream. After what seems like an eternity, he bursts out of the water and, after taking a few large breaths, begins to look around. The plane has scattered burning wreckage all around him and flames are, morbidly, the only thing he can see moving. Quickly becoming distraught by his situation he searches for something to float on while he calls out for help. latching onto a piece of fuselage he begins to make his way out of the flames which almost encircle him. As he moves towards the narrow exit the sinking tail section explodes blowing him off his only comfort and back into the water.

After awakening a second time under water he makes his way up again to the surface, surely this can't be good for one's health. But this time when he breaches the water he's greeted by a far nicer sight. A light house, which the tail had been hiding is a mere 30 feet away with the lights on. After making his way to the light house he climbed the steps leading up to the door hoping to find someone to help in his search effort for the other passengers. After banging on the large double doors he opens them and is greeted by complete and total nothing...The absense of sound, the absense of light, just nothing. He's almost too afraid to move forward but after a moment, desperate, he ventures in. A loud popping sound causes him to jump back and he freezes as a spotlight comes on. It illuminates a large bust of an intimidating looking man and an inscription that says "Rapture: No gods, nor kings, only men", meanwhile a soothing rendition of Over the Sea has come on, setting him a bit at ease. This is certainly promoising but still no sign of an actual person other than that very disconcerting man'd head grimacing at him. After searching for stairs, or a door, up to the top of the light house he finds instead that the only way out of the room is the door back outside and a bathysphere. None too keen to take a ride down to wherever it takes people, he heads back outside and makes one last call, but all that's left are floating burning debris pieces and an oil slick. Laying down on the top of the stairs, overlooking the sea, he decides to rest a moment.

He is awakened by the morning sun peeking up above the water. The wrecked plane has now all but disappeared except a few pieces of charred fuselage. What had happened to the plane to force it down, was it the engine or lightning, he couldn't seem to remember? The last thing he had in his head was taking a smoke while opening a package from his parents. Oh how he wished they were here now to help him as they had done all those times growing up with them. Venturing back inside the song and light pop on again and he takes another look around, but again only the door out and the bathysphere. It's a very strange room, the way it's designed looks familiar to the designs of the 40's but somewhat different. After pacing about trying to decide what to do for the better part of a half hour he finally gathers the courage to embrace his only hope, the bathysphere. After pulling the lever inside, the door closes and the pod sinks, voluntarily taking him where twice the day before he had stopped death from forcing him to go, the bottom of the Atlantic.