Co-Author's note: For some reason my chapter didn't upload. Trying again.
Walters and his co-pilot felt the plane jerk. They must have been hit. Seeing as how no second strike seemed to be on its way, the duo began descending and scanning for any long strip to land safely on.
Meanwhile, Audrey sat in her passenger seat, listening to her iPod when she felt the plane jerk. The other passengers looked about themselves alarmed. "Must be turbulence," Audrey thought, but the look on the other passengers faces told her a different story. She plucked out her earphones to try and discern some information.
"Did you hear that?" one passenger asked.
"It sounded like something gave way!" another exclaimed.
Audrey looked towards the front of the plane. Behind a solid door sat two pilots who knew exactly what had happened and weren't saying a word to them about it.
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Andy stared in disbelief at her sister, with Jen sharing the glance.
"It felt good?" Andy asked.
"Well, I've gotten used to it now, and it does feel kind of good. I mean, I'm still appalled at the thought of anything visible on my face, but under my clothing, well, it just doesn't feel bad."
Jen shook her head. Even she had gotten used to the tickling sensation, and she really didn't care anymore, but to say that it felt good? As the trio continued on her way, however, Jen felt pleased with Lisa's new level of comfort, as this was the first time in public she was walking without stuffing her hands into her jeans. It was then that Jen also realized that she herself wasn't trying to hide them in her shirt sleeves.
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Beth was bedridden now, the cramps in her muscles so intense that she was unable to do much without having the terrible urge to vomit. Her mother was always in and out of her room, frequently checking on her and debating over whether or not she should bring her to the doctor, just in case.
"I know there's nothing we can do to stop what's happening," she had said, choking a bit as she did, "but maybe someone can stop some of the pain."
Beth was focusing all her thoughts on trying to get some sleep, in hopes that her sleeping body would be unable to feel the terrible cramping sensations. This was the worst it's been since the new muscles starting coming in. The doctor had previously predicted, over the phone, that the cramping would subside quickly, and there would be a period of no activity in the changes, at least concerning muscle development, which he insisted would take a very long time to complete, stating dryly, "Muscles take time to develop. They don't pop up overnight." Still, some painkillers didn't sound bad, if she could get in.