# FLIGHT 297
The faucet in the bathroom drips.
This plane's gonna go down. I know that for sure, since I've already done it. Problem is, how can i escape before Caasi becomes a casualty.
I text Leo.
"Does anyone have a watch?"
I think about it...
"It's too..."
BOOOM! KHUDVHKKRRN
An extreme turbulence disrupts the stillness of the area. I crash to the floor while screams and shattering go off in the aisles. The door has broken open.
"Syeef!" Betty yells from her seat.
Various passengers do the opposite of staying in their seats. Ironically, there's a hurricane of movement. The heavy vibrations of the pilot struggling to regain flight - and the commotion of the panicking - has in itself, slowed our progression.
The space is the time.
It's limited, now only those whose lain eyes on watches can move.
Jared seems as though he's trying to climb out into the aisle. Betty, doesn't seem to be visible to me. Heather, is transparent.
The flight attendant makes eyes with me.
"Stefani,"
She smirks.
Leo slowly walks over.
"Flashing before your eyes." He's the evident one.
"Where is she?!" I jump across the floor.
We equally fail to notice Kenny exit the cockpit, and slowly reveal a mason jar.
Stefani pulls her mask off while the plane fills with purple clouds.
"The reasons are clear. The game is over, and you've lost. It's pointless to continue a lost war." Kenny whispers.
It's words pierce the plants of my perfume. I summon a way out.
"We can tell you simply changed your character! You-"
I turn into the wheels.
"This isn't a game. I knew you altered my decision." I reply.
Stanfani is paralyzed.
Kenny can move.
Leo steps between her and i.
"This is your problem. If a floor floods with blood, you'd swim innit."
Leo barks.
Kenny kicks him into Jared.
"FUCK!"
I try to raise the trajectory, the clouds are heavier than i can conceive. It's an octopus in the desert.
The residue from the first explosion causes the faucets to leak.
The passengers can't breathe.
They're only sleeping.
"Only...t-" Betty twitches.
Heather whispers, frozen in a dead position with half a face paint of roses.
"Left."
I turn right.
The clouds break.
It begins to rain, dripping as quickly as the room filled with wind and water. Fire swallows their eyes, but just like the heart of this they cannot recall the gravity of why it is occurring.
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R e t r o s p e c t • PSYPHY
RomanceHindsight is twenty-twenty. Although for Caasi Stintin even that is subject to change. His less than average life of mediocrity suddenly undergoes a shift. There's a death in the family. Little did he know the severity of the impact it would cause...
