Final draft.
‘We will shortly be arriving at Honolulla. Please ensure you have all your personal bags and articles safely stored in the overhead lockers or under the seat in front of you. Please fasten your seatbelts, before assisting someone else and make sure your seat is also in the upright position. Turn all electronically active devices off now. Cabin crew are making their way through the aircraft to check all landing precautions have been correctly carried out. Thank you for flying with us today.’
The announcement strangely echoed merrily throughout the small gangway of the aircraft, an unusual tone for a cabin stewardesses with the stress of a long haul flight. Nonetheless, it heightened Jo’s mood dramatically and after paying attention attentively to the announcement she quickly buckled up. Alan returned to his seat beside her and she assisted Alan in fastening up too as she just couldn’t wait to land. Despite Alan not being at his wife’s side for most, the majority of the flight, it was still pleasant for the both of them and they soon landed.
Jo had, for the first time managed to get Alan to take this break away with her. Getting him to leap from his rather humble ladder, home, and come away with her this once. After getting off the plane, Alan did have his regrets but undeterred, they both made their way to rather small looking terminal like every other passenger from the plane. The terminal contained a passenger desk; alongside a security desk; which ran parallel to the check in desk; which was attached to the unmanned information desk. The terminal on the whole was immaculately clean, had great staff, a modern image but just too minuscule.
As passengers fought to reunite themselves with their bags, Alan popped off following the air crew to duty free whilst Jo hung back patiently waiting for their bags to become visible. Their bags did, being the only 2 left. Alan returned even happier, despite his hands being empty from all the joys of duty free and they both hopped into the taxi waving good-bye to the building that would soon end their holiday and went to sleep when they got to their hotel.
In the early hours of the morning, Alan’s phone rang, though he didn’t answer it. He stirred and put the phone down, despite expecting the call. He slowly opened his bag beside him, and drew a blade 5 inches in length. Jo bustled in her sleep but Alan put an abrupt end to her movements, forcing the knife quickly between her ribs. Jo’s eyes opened and blankly and stared at Alan, she continuously gasped. He pushed the knife deeper until the hilt hit bone. Alan pulled the knife out, blood dripping from his hands and phoned for medics.
‘She’s been stabbed! Help this lady! Come to the Harrow Hotel room 13. HURRY!’
Alan ended the call, throwing his mobile and the knife from the balcony to their place of discovery later that day. The sirens and lights of the approaching ambulances and police cars soon overpowered the dim light roads and the crashing of waves against the beach. The hotel was beginning to flood with emergency personnel. Whist they were making their way to Jo, Alan sprinted down the hallway of the hotel to a fire exit. Hearing the sirens ringing constantly in his head, Alan reconsidered, was this a mistake? Had he risked it all for nothing? As Alan opened the fire exit’s door, a car was waiting. The engine revved and the identity of a grown man was no more.

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