Jack had managed to stop coughing at least, finally able to breathe more easily, his lungs no longer feeling on fire and smoke-filled. The air hadn't made him feel any clearer, though, nor any more sure about what he was doing here or where. The bay was Cardiff Bay, sure enough. He knew this beach--he'd walked it many times, but the buildings behind him were alien and unfamiliar. There were no planes overhead, and he most certainly hadn't been able to bail out of his.
He'd pulled his flight jacket more tightly around him as he sat there, trying to make sense of the senseless. His ears were still ringing a bit, and he didn't hear the approaching footsteps, but the sound of a familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked up sharply, blinking a bit against the sun, sure now that he must have died in that fire and this was some sort of twisted afterlife. "...James? What's going on?"
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Date: 2009-05-14 03:30 am (UTC)He'd pulled his flight jacket more tightly around him as he sat there, trying to make sense of the senseless. His ears were still ringing a bit, and he didn't hear the approaching footsteps, but the sound of a familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked up sharply, blinking a bit against the sun, sure now that he must have died in that fire and this was some sort of twisted afterlife. "...James? What's going on?"