The air chilled as it glided across the sea. The sun was no where today. A bad omen Keith thought.

When a good thing was happening was when he worried. When things weren't going well, an omen didn't mean much.

Imogen was flying in though. He feared the worst. Knew it would probably not happen. Kept driving towards the airport.

He arrived early. Had taken the short cut, but went straight to the airport instead of taking the route twice over.

The sky was still gray. A sad, slow song played through the radio. At first his fingers went to stop it. But he let it play.

Each plane that came down from the sky he watched. Wondered which one had Imogen inside.

The sad song seemed to never end.