Our story begins somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, in a time when enjoying a cigarette on an airplane wasn’t a federal offense and the only thing short about the stewardesses was the length of their skirts. Yes indeed, the skies were still friendly back in the 1960’s and having a ticket for a transatlantic flight was a surefire sign that you were special, just like your mom and dad always knew you would be.
Of course, the problem with believing that you are destined for greatness is that sometimes you have to prove it. For the nondescript every-man occupying seat 11C, that time is now. Jack has no idea what is in store for him in the coming moments, but his plane is about to crash and he’s going to be the only survivor. The choices he makes in the hours following the crash will cause far-reaching effects in a world he knows nothing about. That world is Rapture.