To be perfectly honest, Juliet wasn't a big fan of flying, but her sister had insisted she do something spontaneous. Somehow she'd ended up in Sydney. It was a long way from home, but she hardly ever took a vacation, so she'd decided to enjoy it while it lasted. Even though it might've seemed silly to some to fly all that way to see a show, she'd come to see an opera, The Magic Flute, at the infamous Sydney Opera House. The chances of her traveling so far away from home again anytime soon were incredibly slim, so Juliet figured she might as well make it worth the trip - which was exactly what she'd done.
She couldn't wait to get back and tell Rachel all about it, but suddenly the plane hit a rough patch of turbulence. Gripping the armrest beside her, she closed her eyes and waited for it to pass. Unfortunately, the worst was yet to come. The entire cabin was thrown into complete disarray. Luggage fell every which way from the overhead compartments, occasionally striking one of the seated passengers now securely fastened in their seats. Oxygen masks were dropped soon after. Juliet shakily reached forward and slipped hers on, adjusting it so it fit her better.
One man hadn't made it back to his seat in time, and he was thrown violently against the ceiling. It was enough to cause her to squeeze her eyes tightly shut as she silently prayed they'd survive. Whatever the outcome, Juliet was ready for it to be over, though she couldn't help but regret coming on this trip. The overwhelming sense of fear of crashing and dying seemed to grip on to her tight for what seemed like forever before there was a sudden impact, then nothing. Everything faded to black.
Slowly she began to come to, but it took Juliet a moment to register where she was and what had happened. As her vision started to unblur, she squinted to see through the smoke, while shielding her eyes from the fumes from the gasoline that leaked from the wreckage - the smell penetrating the air and mixing with the desperate cries of the passengers who were still alive. As she staggered to her feet, she noticed her wrist was sore. She decided it was probably just sprained, and aside from a sharp fleeting pain in her side, she wasn't that severely wounded. Her ribs were sore, so she'd more than likely bruised them somehow, but they didn't feel broken. That left her able to move around, although she didn't really know where to go or what to do.
Juliet's memory was also a little splotchy. She had trouble remembering the events leading up to the crash, but she assumed that she'd just struck her head or something.
Once she began to come to terms with the situation and still couldn't remember, then she'd worry. Right now she needed to find a way to keep herself busy so that she didn't panic. But where should she begin? There were so many people lining the beach, many who were badly injured. For the time being, she decided to help disoriented passengers find their way out of the water and make sure they stayed away from any of the mechanical sections of the plane that were unstable and could explode at any moment.