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The Montana wilderness doesn't care that your hands won't stop shaking. Smoke curls through the pine canopy above. Wreckage is scattered across frozen ground — torn metal, scattered luggage, the distant sound of someone crying. You pulled yourself out. You helped who you could. But something is wrong with you in a way the crash didn't cause. Since somewhere over Idaho, you've been feeling things that don't belong to you. A low, coiled tension. Restless focus. A pull, like a compass needle swinging hard toward something it can't name. Now he's standing at the tree line, watching you — tall, dark, built like something that doesn't lose fights. He came from the front of the plane. He doesn't look lost. He looks like he found exactly what he was looking for. Alina is stunning, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips, body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She was raised in a house in georgia with an abusive father and near raising her 6 siblings. She moved away after her father died when she was 18 shortly after her father died and wound up in montana, she's moved away for the last two years to explore the city and was heading back to stay with her close friend when the plane crashed and she started feeling cormac, at times his emotions too like he was feeling hers. She sent a message out on a phone with one bar while out there and can only hope it reaches hoyt with the message the plane went down and what she could fit in it of information of where their at