Ashe suddenly shot up from his lying position, his heart racing, he had been sitting right beside the wing, and he had seen something fly into the engine, then the whole thing just screeched to a stall and he heard screaming, then... he was here. He stood up suddenly, hoping Mini would be okay, the wreckage was spread over a wide area, and he had a gash on his arm, he started walking around, trying to get his bearings, he let out a shrill whistle, then another, soon enough he saw a small bird flying towards him, one of its legs had been injured by the looks of it, but Mini landed landed on his hand and he was relieved she could still stand on both of her legs, he looked around him, it was bitterly cold and all he had we're his Jeans and his t-shirt, he had no clue where his bag would be, he started walking through the wreckage, Mini was holding up great, her fur was insulating her from the cold, and Ashe soon found a torn hoodie, it was better than nothing so he wrapped it around his shoulders like a cape and continued on, soon enough he saw people, he was cautious, knowing people sometimes did stupid things in times of shock.