BREAKING: MAN FALLS OFF PRIVATE JET, OFFICIALS STILL CONFUSED.

       Caeli Tempus, 47 year old male seen falling off Dassault Falcon 7X on 18th of March around middle of Atlantic Ocean, jet explodes in the air shortly after.

      Official police records sent out to the public state that the jet could not be searched, as it had exploded.

       "If I was any closer to that plane, mine would've exploded there with me inside it." -James Randen, pilot of the F-15 Eagle. He was doing rounds and spotted the aircraft.

       "I have no idea why he was out there. We think it's [Caeli] Tempus because that was his aircraft and he went missing a few days before it was spotted. The only problem is that he must have stopped or refuled his jet because there's no way he could have been flying out in the Atlantic for days with only a Dassault Falcon 7X. Sadly, we haven't been able to calculate where he refuled his jet, to get more information." -Erik Lauder, Police Air Force captain. 

       We are hoping that we'll get down to the mystery of Caeli Tempus soon. 

       "It's dumb they already assume he's dead. How far did he fall? Was he particularly close to the jet while it exploded? Why did he jump off, or fall off?! Any backstory to why he went missing before? This is missing so much information." A female voice argued.

       "I guess that's just news marketing for ya. Cmon, let's get back to fishing."

       This time it was a man, they continued to laugh and stare at the water, waiting for an unsuspecting fish to fall for the worm. The sun shone bright on his brown silky hair and her shining silver hair. The girl gave up on fishing, her mind became too crowded. She sat back, reading the newspaper and the man seemed to be more interested in the water than the fish, to be honest. He stared into the clear water, with a small frown and his eyebrows bunching together on his face he said this...

       "He fell in the Atlantic Ocean. Normal cruising altitude for a Dassault Falcon 7X is 11,020 km. It's very possible he died on impact from the ocean." 

       The man seemed to know a lot about jets and how the media worked. He also looked slightly older then the girl, though obviously being at least a decade older. They both were very smart.

      "Yeah, but who knows. Maybe he was closer, or farther. Didn't James Randen at least check to see?" She's very angry she doesn't have enough information. 

       "Ah well. What can we do? Complain?" 

       The girl started laughing. They weren't the complaining type. She was laughing so hard she didn't notice a tear falling down the man's face. He quickly wiped the tear away. He wasn't a crying person. He also isn't the main character. 

       As she laughed, all the way out on the very coast of the US, an old man sat on a cliff. Staring out into the Atlantic Ocean. He felt so lost and grief stricken he was practically radiating it. His eyes were watery and sad. He was clutching something in his fists. 

       He looked out into the sea once more and got up. He threw a small stone into the abyss of the fog, turned around and started walking away. His hands were empty. 

       The rock seemed to fall forever. There were words, engraved into the rock. 

       The rock landed in the water with a plop and sunk slowly to the bottom. It became so dark and the water pressed on the rock heavily. 2500km under the water. 2600km, 2700, 2800...DARKNESS.