Lost

I am in a twisted version of Lost. There are four of us together and we are going to recreate the conditions of the crash in order to disorient some of the other passengers. We set up all this gear to create a hurricane out side. We use these bright electric yellow pumps and with thirty seconds run into a room that is my old youth room at Bethlehem Lutheran church and use a different pump to put anti-hurricane agents into the room to keep us safe. The winds start to churn and scream as we run into this little room. With only seconds left we use the pump and save ourselves.

The winds rage outside and through the windows we watch the destruction unfold. Being in this room is quite unnerving because it seems that we should be getting destroyed like everything else. I don't trust our new technology and just want the storm to be over.

The storm is finally done and we head outside to see the nose of the plane shrewed across the lawn. Our plan has unfolded perfectly and now we can continue on our journey.