Falling Airplanes

I was walking at night in Copacabana beach. It was a regular busy night in Rio de Janeiro, but not for too long. I looked to the ocean and then I saw, all of a sudden, airplanes falling from the sky. Lots of them, civilian airplanes. They were falling into the ocean like shooting stars. For no reason at all.

I turn my head to the street and for my surprise there is a perfectly fine airplane trying to take off. Unfortunately, and obviously, the airplane was to big for the street and it bumps into a building. This accident caused just a small damage in the building, because the airplane was still in the beginning of its maneuvers.

Back to what was happening in the beach. I saw one of the airplanes crashing nearby. It was a small airplane and the fuselage had no damage. So I went to the site of the crash to help the people. An old man saw me going there and followed me to help the passengers. Just with our own hands we manage to push the airplane to the sand. But no passengers were coming out. So I entered the airplane trough the back door. The passengers were trapped inside. As soon as I sighted the passengers I saw myself outside the plane again. This time, I was a giant compared to the plane. I was showing the passengers how to get out. Pointing the exit from outside the plane. Every passenger that reached the exit door I caught with my hands and left him or her in a safe place. This way I could save everyone.