It looked stormy up there.
Why couldn’t my relatives choose a better place to reside in, like Spain.
There was only one way up, by plane.
Waffles, the dog and I set off into the air. I had to fly around the back of the mountain to land on the Manor’s private runway.
BEEP! BEEP! Pull Up, Pull up!
The plane began to plummet into a nosedive. I was heading straight for the river. I leveled the plane off just in time as the aircraft’s underbody skimmed the water.
I looked at the gauges – we were out of fuel.