Crap....Indigo thought.

A storm was near. He could make out the swirling dark clouds collecting below him. He wouldn't be able to fly much longer.

He came down. It was almost evening. He relaxed himself a bit.
The breeze was cool. He felt sleepy.
When he was little, he wanted to have many friends. Be popular. But as he grew up, he wanted to be more and more alone. It wasn't loneliness. It was solitude..

Suddenly, the airplane shuddered. Indigo woke up in a flash.
It was too late. The plane had lost balance. It falling down and down....

He was puzzled for a moment. Then realisation crept to him creepily and cold, and he yanked the steering wheel with all his strength. It wasn't enough.

He could see the water below. They were flying over a sea. Indigo hated the sea. He hated being wet.

The metal structure hit the water with a ear-splitting roar. Sprays of water wet the air around. Fishes below swam for their life.

That's when Indigo blacked out......