'Lieutenant, this is Top Secret. Do you understand me?'

'Understood, Major.'

'Proceed to area 34. Take the buggy, you'll need it.'

'But what are my order once I arrive there sir?'

'You'll know when you get here. Radio in directly to me once you arrive, and report back to base in 4 hours hours. You are to tell no one, understood?'

I nodded and was dismissed. Strange, I thought, This was a very unusual request. As part of mission, I had a lot of other tasks to attend to, like conducting the chemical tests and, most importantly, oxygen catalysation, which would lay the groundwork for further missions, and eventually, colonisation.

I hopped into the buggy, and entered the coordinates for area 34, as per instructions. It was an unremarkable place on the map, with only a medium sized crater of interest and some dried up riverbed nearby. I wasn't very sure what the Major had intended me to do, but as he said, I'll know when I get there.

It took about 2 hours just to drive there. Save for the crater, it was relatively flat, so I didnt have to waste time scouring the area, looking for what the Major wanted. So I drove straight up to the crater.

My mind could not comprehend what I saw. It was a completely alien structure, something that should not exist on Mars, yet here it was. The white paint was peeling, rust had taken hold in many places, and debris was strewn all over the place. This was what had formed the crater. This was Malaysian Airlines 370.

My hands shaking, I drove the buggy as fast as possible towards the crash site No, this can't be. This CAN'T be Hurriedly, I put on my suit and tumbled out of the buggy, bounding my way to the plane. Disregarding all safety precautions, all the training NASA had drilled into us, I wrenched at the emergency door and stepped into the aircraft.

It was a horrifying scene. Some of the passengers were strewn in crash positions, but many had survived the initial crash. Their expressions were ranged from terrified to confused, to the worst one of all. The face of somebody being tortured, from the helpless, choking feeling of the lack of oxygen. All the passengers had turned blue, and in some cases, the eyes had burst from the low Martian air pressure, leaving empty eyesockets staring blankly at me. Right next to the door was a small child, her body bent in odd angles. Half her face was missing.

I took all this in in just one glance. There was only one thing on my mind. I had rehearsed it so often, all those years ago, I knew exactly where.

'Mum?'

I knelt down in front of seat 66F. There she was, my mum, arm in arm with my dad. She was leaning over, her head on his chest, their shoulders pressed together, as if this last embrace could somehow shield them from the terrible ordeal to come. I had given up hope, all those years ago, as the years of anger and misery turned into acceptance and maturity. Tears started to form, and I couldn't hold it in any more. I slumped down in the aisle and cried.