I taught the worst thing that could happen today was being called out in class, but here I am sitting in the living room, watching my dad's crashed plane being investigated on the news

"I feel sorry for the family and friends of the deceased John"

"Me too, but it's not our fault Amy"

I don't know how to react to the situation because all my emotions filled my head. Should I scream, cry, punch my heart out of my chest or suffocate myself because this definitely feels like the end of my world .I finally whispered to myself

"This. Is. Not. Happening."

Then I slumped to the floor and Britney noticed me

'Delly, DELLY!'

As I heard small footsteps with big ones syncing it running towards me before I passed out.

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Collins Marshel and his team are on the way to the scene of the tragedy. His taught were nowhere near the destination but on how to console Donald's family. Although they were not the best pair of coworkers, he felt responsible for his death and to put his mind at rest, he decided to him to collect his body and sponsor a proper burial withstanding what was said in the news.

"At least I'm doing a favor for him this time."

He tried to convince himself numerous of times before they arrived at the scene .He feels heavier than usual in his brown suit as he prepares the speech and eulogy in his mind as he stepped out of the car.

The place was filled with investigators, Police officers and people carrying dead bodies around. We kept on walking until we spotted the yellow police tapes around the plane which meant we could not go any further. I looked around for another alternative then I spotted Eric carrying a dead body into a van.

"Eric"

He turned in fury and outrage to the sound of my voice

"How dare you still show your face after what happened?"

"Take it easy, I'm only here to collect Donald's body for his burial"

"HOW CAN I TAKE THE DEATH OF MY TWIN BROTHER EASILY?"

He glared at me with pure hatred and looks ready to start a fight if I said another word. Thankfully, one of the forensic staff who looked younger than most of us interfered and calmed him down

"Calm down Eric, he's trying to help .let's take you back to the van"

He handed him over to another worker and he to him away but his deadly glares were still boring in my skull.

"Good day sir, how may I help you?"

"I'm from the CIA .I am here to collect the body of Donald Clair ,My coworker to give him a proper burial"

He looked down on the floor like a kid that has just been scolded which made me guess something's wrong.

"Is there any problem?"

I asked curiously before he put his head up and replied

"Well sir, we collected all the bodies excepts his"

His reply stopped all my pre burial plans and my reasoning.

"What do you mean you can't find his body? Was he not in this flight?'

"Yes sir, He boarded this flight but his body was never found."