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pilot was unrecognisable. It was hard to believe the scattered blood and flesh once belonged to a human. He’d seen blood before, lots of it, but this was somehow not as gut wrenching, probably because he didn’t actually know the pilot. He still backed away from the door, fighting a fresh urge to throw up.
    He paused where Rodney sat and felt like his heart would implode. Tears ran freely as he touched the cheek of the man he loved. Rodney had joked on many occasions he’d go with a martini in one hand and a duck pate canapé in the other. “A quick heart attack would do it, as long as I don’t dribble,” he’d say light-heartedly. He was handsome and took immense pride in his appearance. He would’ve been devastated to end his life like this. Mackenzie turned away, choking back tears.
    He spied a bottle wedged in Madonna’s front seat pocket. “I found water.”
    He tossed the bottle toward the aisle. It landed with a hollow thud and rolled toward the back of the plane and vanished into the hole.
    “What about our suitcases?” Abigail’s voice echoed in the hollow space.
    “They’re in the nose of the plane, remember?”
    “That’s right.” She gasped. “Oh God. The pilot … He knew something was wrong.”
    “What’re you talking about?” He walked back to the hole and looked down at her as she recalled the details of the pilot and the man in the yellow vest arguing near the plane.
    “Jesus. Why didn’t you tell someone?”
    “I tried to, but Spencer didn’t believe me.”
    “Didn’t he see it?”
    “No. He was too busy with his secretary.” Her eyes looked distant.
    “They wouldn’t let the plane take off if something was wrong.”
    “Obviously.” She rolled her eyes.
    He crouched down at the edge. “Look out. I’m coming down.”
    He jumped down and stepped into the open air. A light breeze licked at the sweat on his forehead. The sound of running water made him spin around. “What the hell are you doing?”
    “What?” She frowned, flicking excess water off her hands.
    “We need that water.”
    “There’s heaps here.”
    “For now. But what if they don’t find us tomorrow?”
    “Of course they’ll find us.”
    “You don’t know that. It could be days.”
    She blinked, opened mouthed. “Oh God! How many days?”
    “We’re in the middle of a jungle. They could take a week to find us.”
    She cupped her hands over her ears. “Shut up. Just shut up.” Her lips bunched together and she looked on the verge of crumbling. But then she straightened her shoulders and looked up at him. Mackenzie held her stare. Despair and determination mingled in her dark green eyes.
    “Spencer’s family will start the search immediately.”
    “All I’m saying is go steady with the water until we’re rescued.”
    “So say that then. Don’t say stupid things.” She scratched the ant bites.
    Her tendency to flit from confident to insecure kept catching him off guard. He prayed for a swift rescue. “Let’s see what’s useful in this bag.” The travel case had a toiletries bag, a jacket, camera, a book and a Snickers chocolate bar.
    He held the chocolate toward her. “Are you hungry?”
    Abigail’s unblinking eyes were green pools of fear. “We’re going to starve.”
    Now she’s insecure again . “Don’t be silly. Many people have survived for longer than twenty hours with just a chocolate bar. Besides we haven’t looked in the handbags yet.”
    He rummaged through the other bags. “At least we’ll have fresh breath when we’re rescued.” He held up a packet of breath mints.
    “Jesus.” She folded her arms across her stomach.
    “Hey, we haven’t checked the other luggage yet.”
    As he walked to the front of the plane a wind gust released a shower of leaves from the towering trees. Mackenzie felt the eyes of the deceased watching him as he strode to the cargo door. A gum tree as wide as his chest was jammed up against the door.
    “Shit!” he muttered.
    He looked up at