Hi, don't own Red Eye. Please tell me of any mistakes. Thanks

"Hi you must be Rebecca." The woman was close, too close. "Yes." Rebecca smiled politely, doing her best to be amiable.

"Well my names Mary and I hear this is the first time you're flying all by yourself."

"Mh-hm." She nodded slightly.

"You must be very brave."

There was a glance to Rebecca's mother after this comment.

"Are you going to be ok?" Her mother asked.

"Yes." It was hard not to sigh.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure." Rebecca nodded vehemently to emphasis this.

"I'm just asking." Her mother said thoughts of terrorists and kidnappings fresh on her mind. It wasn't her first choice to have her young daughter go off to Miami by herself but circumstances were not to her control. Besides, Rebecca was observant and smart she knew perfectly well her daughter would be fine. It was just her own misgivings.

"I'm 11 not 9." Another woman with dark curly hair smiled at this and Rebecca glanced away for a second.

Mary nodded with the same smile on her face. "Come with me you two."

Allowing her mother and Mary to lead her Rebecca looked behind her to watch the woman with curly hair and dark clothing run smack into another woman with a cold coffee. Shaking her head Rebecca turned her attention back to what was happening in front of her.

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Halfway through the flight Rebecca decided she needed to use the restroom. She almost felt like she needed to ask permission, but finally she decided just to get up and head back to where other people seemed to be going.

So far the flight had been well enough. Sure it had been tumultuous and full of turbulence but Rebecca regarded this as an adventure more then anything else. It was exciting to be by herself.

Walking slowly up the aisle, feeling as though she wasn't really suppose to be here she encountered a man blocking the aisle. He was just standing there, staring straight ahead with his hands in his pockets.

"Excuse me."

He glanced at her, and then moved aside. Rebecca swallowed and moved forward, the feeling of the strangers gaze shifted from her to the woman who stood near the restroom door.

It was the woman from before who had looked on in amusement as Rebecca told her mother she was not a little girl anymore. The woman had changed clothes. But that was not all that was different, her whole stance and manner had changed as well. She was blanched, and seemed, well terrified. "Are you in line?" Rebecca managed to get herself to ask.

The woman whirled around then nodded like a small child and said, "Yeah, do you want to..."

Feeling concerned she shook her head. "You were here first."

The stranger inclined her head gratefully and almost threw herself in the restroom the moment the man occupying it left.

A flight attendant passed and Rebecca glanced at the man who still stood there. Their eyes locked for a moment. His malevolent gaze was so intense, so focused. Suddenly feeling small and full of unexplained terror Rebecca pulled her gaze away. Satisfied the man sat down and Rebecca faced the occupied bath room for the next several moments feeling puzzled.

Minutes passed and just as Rebecca was beginning to wonder what the woman was doing in there the man reappeared. Rebecca soundlessly flattened herself against the wall. The restroom door slid open and the man spoke nastily, though almost playfully. "I was wondering..."

Then everything in him changed as he glanced into the bathroom, to which Rebecca could not see. Without as much as a warning the man shoved the woman in. Rebecca leaned forward against the bathroom door to hear the sounds of muffled gasps and loud noises.

"Rebecca. You can't just run off like that." A flight attendant had come to admonish her.

Transfixed Rebecca motioned to the door. "A man went in there."

The young woman with dark skin and lovely hair didn't understand." Everyone shares the same ones."

The flight attendant took her arm and led her down back toward her seat. Frustrated Rebecca added. "But a lady's in there too."

"Huh?" The woman paused, stopping in her tracks, and looked slightly disgusted. "Okay one of those flights." Thoroughly disgruntled Rebecca said nothing. That wasn't what she meant. Couldn't they sense something was wrong? Could they not see terror on a person's face?

Or... was she perhaps wrong? Was it her active imagination?

Adjusting to the idea she was over reacting Rebecca settled back in her seat, the flight attendant having deposited her there. She was feeling very sleepy.

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"I have a flight to catch, sorry!" Rebecca watched sublime as the woman she had seen twice now hopped over the seats after pausing near her.

As other passengers on that landed Miami flight complained Rebecca looked back to see whether the steely eyed man was following her.

"Oh God,we need help back here!" A woman called from several rows behind Rebecca. Whispers spread of a man who had been stabbed in the throat.

Rebecca craned her neck. What was going on? She heard more shouts as the woman who had run off had security called after her. Around Rebecca complaints about the encumbrance of being forced to stay on the plane and concern for the injured man convinced Rebecca that she had been right all along; something had been wrong with the strange pair.

Moments of bedlam passed as everyone was forced to sit back in their seats. The flight attendant brought a doctor to the back where the man was apparently examining his wound. A sudden exclamation and the man was hurrying down the aisle. With her foot Rebecca pushed out her bag, right into his path.

His fall was spectacular. As he turned to look at her Rebecca slid back in her seat. If looks could kill...

The man resumed his course and the woman next to Rebecca gave her a superfluous scolding for doing such a thing despite Rebecca's claims of "It was an accident!"

Staring straight ahead as the flight attendants and security tried to get to the bottom of what was happening Rebecca hoped the woman she had distantly helped would be all right. And for good measure that she would never see that man who had such enmity towards the poor woman again.

Too bad fate had other plans.