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“Shane, we should talk. Outside."
Shane’s stomach dropped, anxiety filling back in him as he shook his head. “What is it Hayden?” He asked, his eyes narrowing and dropping to JJ’s phone, the glint of a news site cast across it upside down from where he stood. He moved quickly, a hand reaching up to grab JJ’s phone as he took in the headline.
Ottawa Centaur’s plane crash in Tampa: More to follow soon.
His heart dropped into his stomach as he reread the words over and over, wishing for them to change. He hoped that maybe, maybe, if he reread the words enough, some great power in the universe would will them to change. He wasn’t a religious man, but God, would he pray for this. His hand, which still held the phone in a white-knuckle grip, was now slightly trembling, a visible testament to the pent up agonizing worry ruminating within him.
or: What if Shane didn't immediately know if Ilya was okay? What if the plane really did crash?