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Attention, please.

AOA Flight 19X London to New York will be slightly delayed.

Passengers are advised to check in baggage and await further announcements.

Attention, s'il vous plaît. Vol AOA numéro 19X à destination de New York

sera retardé de quelques minutes.

Les passagers sont avisés d'enregistrer leur bagage et d'attendre notre prochain

avis.

Oh, come on, dude. There's no mystery about it. It's a Selson motor, not a

human female.

Now pull it. Check it and see what's wrong.

It's an instrument.

It won't lie to you.

AOA Flight 19X for New York is now open for boarding at 8-12.

Please have boarding passes and all travel documents ready for passport

control.

All right, Mr. Holcomb.

You're all set to go, sir. You'll be departing in lounge four. Thank you.

Flight 19X.

What's this X rating, partner?

Spot of luck for you, sir, actually. It's an extra flight.

You'll have the bird practically to yourself, that's true.

Yep, I surely would like that.

Let me help you with that, ma'am. No, thank you. I can manage.

Hello, I'm Sheila O'Neil. Has my husband checked in yet? That he has, Mrs. O

'Neil. He just went to the cargo office.

Oh, fine.

Have a sec while I get my passport out.

We'll take care of that for you, sir. Not to worry.

Thank you.

That's a lot of fuel for such a light passenger lift. Are we expecting a

hurricane? We're pretty heavy on cargo.

What's your manifest?

Architectural features, 11,000 pounds.

What the devil could that be?

In this case, part of an abbey.

What? I kid you not.

The guy shipping it told me.

Name's O'Neill. In fact, he's aboard your flight.

It's a chapel room from some old English abbey. Even an altar. And he's going to

set it up in a place he's building on Long Island.

Final call for AOA flight 19X to New York, boarding at gate 12.

Attention, s'il vous plaît.

Dernier appel, Pôle A3, numéro 19, Expo New York.

Now, you're sure?

You're sure I'm on the extra flight, the cargo flight?

It's all taken care of, Mrs. Pinder. Thank you. Mrs. Pinder, would you please

leave the dog here? Damon, he's coming with me. In the hole, madam.

Now, don't worry. It's very comfy down there, and he'll enjoy it.

But you have very few passengers on this flight, please. Can't he come with me?

Regulations, madam.

You understand, don't you, Damon?

I have to.

But I'll hold you personally responsible for his safety.

Oh, Mr. O'Neil, your wife went on ahead. She should be on board by now. Now, that

lady who was just here, is she on our flight? Mrs. Pinder? Yes.

Do you know her?

Yes, unfortunately.

Ten passengers.

And nine stewardesses? No, just the two of us. Come on up front, honey.

Jenkins says they all go first cabin, okay?

One Niner X-ray. Say, what is with the weather?

No change, One Niner. Surface wind northeast, six knots.

Are you kidding? We've just been hit in the face by some of the North Pole.

Say again, One Niner.

Thank you, One Niner.

I think we just had a lesson on the famous not-to-be-believed English summer

weather.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. It's quite all right.

Good heavens.

That's flight 19X.

That's boarding right now, sir.

Yes, it would be, wouldn't it?

Seatbelts, no smoking, flight attendants. Check, check, check.

You just made it.

Yes, of course.

Oh, any seat. Just any seat back there. Thank you very much.

Here.

Okay.

Got it? Uh-huh.

Let's get the show on the road.

Place the mask over your face and breathe normally until you are advised

it's not necessary.

Now, in accordance with federal safety regulations, the cabin stewardess will

demonstrate the use of the life jackets, which are located under the seats.

V1.

Rotate.

V2 plus 10.

AOA198X, you're cleared to New York via Shannock Direct.

Then J3, Bravo Route.

Climb and maintain flight level 370.

Squawk code 2100.

Departure frequency will be 124.1. Over.

Roger, AOA198X is cleared to New York via Shannock...

Route maintained.

Flight level 370.

Squawk 2100.

Departure 124.1.

Roger, 19RXV. Clearance correct.

Have a nice trip.

You know...

I think maybe I'm going to put some black stone on the floor here around the

altar. Very nice if you're planning to use it for a bar.

That's a little nasty, isn't it, dear?

Yes, I suppose it is. I guess I'm just bloody tired of the old business.

It's your ancestral chapel we're riding on, darling.

Over $100 a mile.

You can afford it, Alan.

It's fortunate I can afford to save something ancient and beautiful when

your family estates are becoming condominiums and parking lots.

Well, maybe that isn't all bad.

You really want a quarrel, don't you?

I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little edgy tonight.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you kindly.

Say, haven't I heard of you somewhere, Mr. Holcomb?

Gee, honey, my business manager would be disappointed if you hadn't. I've been

starring in the Western in Italy.

My last one, Rimrock, made 15 mil.

No, I think I must have confused you with someone else.

Mr. O'Neill?

I thought it only fair to warn you that I'm on board.

Miss Pinder, I thought we had all this out in English court. And I came

prepared to try it again in an American court.

Mrs. O'Neil, I cannot believe that you would acquiesce in the uprooting of

these priceless relics.

Please, leave me out of it.

Sacrilege.

Sacrilege. I hardly regard it as that.

You really don't know what's down in that hole, do you?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Pinder, but this forward section is reserved for first-class

passengers.

You'll regret it.

That's all I'm going to say.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry, Miss Morley.

It's all right.

I'd hoped that part of it was over.

There's a cause for every crank these days.

But if I'm to be attacked by a lady crusader, I need a drink.

Come on.

Thanks. I'll stay here.

You know, you're really a barrel of laughs tonight.

I imagine you'll find somebody in the bar who is.

Alan.

I'm sorry.

Why don't you cool it, huh?

Okay. I don't care.

You know, this sounds a little off.

Naturally.

Closer to heaven, the more discordant.

Oh, man, why don't you just put me on your back and walk us across the water?

There was a time.

Now I'd sink.

Sir, you know that's against the rules.

I'll tell you something. I'm bored with rules.

My little girl's just a teeny bit nervous.

But I'm sure when she's asleep... It's okay, honey.

I'll tell the captain.

No more bumps tonight.

What do you see, Frank?

Clear all round. Negative on build-up.

Beats me what that one could have been.

Seatbelts, Captain?

Save them. They pay to walk around this flying hotel.

Let's let them live a little.

Cornwall 26.

Hmm. It's three minutes late.

Must be a headwind building they didn't tell us about.

Something wrong, ma'am?

It's just this gadget.

Likely just the phones.

Let's try some others. Oh, no, please don't bother. My pleasure.

My name's Steve. Believe yours is Sheila, am I right? Yes, but... Well,

excuse me, Sheila.

Let's get this out of the way here.

Now, put these in.

Here we go.

Right as rain.

If that ain't Dave Brubeck, I'll buy you a drink.

Hey, that ain't Brubeck.

Doggone if I don't owe you a drink.

I'll think about it, Pard. Maybe later.

You got a deal.

How does it read on your side?

Miles from Cornwall Center at 2-4.

Correction. On mine now at 2-5.

Same here, so I guess they must be working all right.

Airspeed, I read 6-3-0.

Ditto.

Gyro's checked fine.

So where do you make it?

Impossible. In that last VOR, we're covering ground about like a lady

bicycle rider.

We must be bucking a headwind of 620 miles an hour.

There's no such wind.

That's right. There's no such wind.

So what are we doing right smack in it?

Cornwall Center AOA one niner X-ray at assigned altitude three seven zero. We

got a small problem.

Roger AOA one niner X-ray. We see it. Thought we'd fouled up here in your

position. We haven't changed position in ten minutes.

Problem seems to be a jet stream. Dead on, like at six zero zero plus.

Six zero zero?

Come again?

We show winds aloft your vicinity westerly at seven zero knots.

Cornwall Center.

I'm going to maintain my heading for two minutes more. Not out of it then.

Request clearance for 180 back to London. Put that in the works, huh?

Let me ask you something.

Do you think we should let our first-class tourist upstairs?

I don't know.

I've got one who's packing a flask. Oh, no.

Karate time.

The air feels funny tonight.

It feels very funny.

Hey, lay off that, will you? You know how I hate flying.

Coming up, two minutes.

Mark.

Cornwall Center, one-niner. X-ray, how am I for that turn?

You are cleared, one-niner.

Thank you, Cornwall. Starting 180 turn in one minute.

Here you are, Mr. Farley.

You must have booked this flight, huh?

No, just the cargo hold.

Must have cost you plenty.

Are you charged by the pound for this kind of freight?

I don't remember.

My people set it up.

If you have to ask, we can't afford it, right?

Glenn Farley.

Alan O'Neil. We never met, but I know you.

You gave me a bid on a hotel I built down in Orlando.

You were too high on that. I didn't hire you.

That's how I made $7 million in the last three years.

And I'll tell you, I'd know how much this airplane was costing me to the

cent.

Well, I'm an architect, not a businessman.

You're telling me.

This stuff you're shipping, I heard the woman downstairs giving it to you.

What is it, part of a church?

Yeah, the remains of an old abbey. It's been in my wife's family for centuries.

We met a little resistance when we took it.

Got to pay you to haul it away.

Can it pace?

Hold your hats and watch the miles go by.

We've got a 600 plus tailwind now.

Let's see, we ought to knock off a ground mile in about three seconds.

We're not moving.

We've got a 600 mile tailwind and we're not moving.

Cornwall Center.

AOA one-niner X-ray.

Confirm squawk setting at alpha two-one-zero-zero.

We have your blip, one-niner. The devil you doing up there flying in circles?

Your position unchanged.

Cornwall Center. Stand by, one-niner.

What's up?

We're caught in a wind like none there ever was.

We've done a full turnaround and it's still smacking our teeth somehow.

Cornwall Center.

AOA, one niner x-ray.

We'd like a right turn to zero nine zero and permission to descend to two six

zero.

The lights aren't moving.

What?

Peculiar.

Ugly illusion.

Motionless.

Suspended.

I run. I get nowhere.

Did you know this happens to be the summer solstice?

Midsummer's Eve.

Is that good or bad?

It depends. If you're a witch, it's a night for bonfires and cantation.

Sounds like fun.

Beautiful moon tonight, huh?

That's the fifth turn I counted. What's going on?

Well, I don't think there's any problem.

I fly my own plane, sweetheart.

A custom jet.

They keep changing altitude and power set, and I'll be a good girl and go find

out what's happening.

Tell me, are you a very good architect, Mr. O'Neill? I'm a very successful

architect. Is that the same thing?

Hmm.

I used to think so.

You tell me now.

Are you a very good model?

How did you know I was a model? That's an easy one. The way you dress, choice

of drinks, magazine, the whole package.

Touché.

What's going on in here? Anything we should know?

Don't panic.

We've just got a little bit of a problem.

It seems as if we're caught up in this crazy kind of a jet stream. It's as if

we're hung up here on a hook.

What does that mean? Look, I'll talk later.

You were right, Mr. Farley. There is a slight problem, but nothing we can't

handle. I'll let you know as soon as I can.

But...

I'm not gonna try and figure it out.

It can happen, but it has.

The wind or whatever it is is affecting this plane only.

Just us.

I don't get it.

It's like being in a whirlpool.

We can't move in any direction.

Six hours and 20 minutes of fuel left. We're burning it up.

Let's reduce to 200.

We're not going anyplace anyhow.

Let Margo know what's happening. Tell her to break out more drinks for the

pastures. All they want. Okay.

I'll get a cold cloth.

Excuse me, please.

I'm a medical doctor, doctor in color.

Is it not?

Yes, yes.

Is it serious?

No, merely an hysterical episode of some sort.

Perhaps what would help her most is some food. What am I speaking only of myself?

Oh, my, you're right. We really are running behind.

Is it all right that I go?

Yes, of course.

I should like the lady's husband present when she returns to consciousness.

If you'd be so kind as to look after her. Yes, of course.

She's a beautiful woman, isn't she?

Or are you just working on a get-well prayer pole?

I was just thinking I might become a doctor. Why?

Why not?

I can be anything I want now.

And they have such a power over women.

It's that, uh, paternal thing.

Except doctors are free to use it.

Mania, what's the matter?

You don't look well yourself.

I'm just sick from watching you bleed.

What happened to me?

What did I do?

Nothing. You just fainted.

There's a doctor on board. He says you're all right. There's nothing

serious.

I'm sorry to be such a bloody nuisance.

Not at all.

Gives me something else to do besides get drunk.

I'm Paul Kovalec.

Thank you, Mr. Kovalec. I'm grateful.

Has anyone told my husband?

Yes, the doctor went for him.

Did you know that you were speaking Latin?

That's impossible.

I've never studied Latin.

Sorry to spoil your good time. Oh, come on. Get off it, will you?

I've never known you to faint from lack of attention.

I've never fainted, period.

Sir, if I were you, I should not leave her alone tonight.

I don't intend to. Not that it's any of your concern.

Alan, please.

Excuse me.

I presumed.

It's Margot.

Oh, yeah, let me at this thing, miss.

Here, try this.

Oh, thanks.

I'll give it an assist here.

Keep it up.

There's an emergency door on top. Can you get it open?

Yeah, sure enough.

Are you all right?

You're freezing.

I know.

There's really nothing to worry about, folks. It's just your run-of-the-mill

airplane elevator accident.

Blowout in the cargo hold.

Blowout? It's freezing, and there's a wind.

Hold it. Negative on that.

What? Negative.

I tell you, there's ice down there.

I saw it.

You'd know it in zero flat.

Then where did the ice come from?

The wind?

Are you saying it came from inside the plane?

But I heard something.

And then the elevator went out and I... Go down and take a look. I'll be right

there. Connie, you pull yourself together.

I'm gonna need you.

It's my turn to say sorry.

Come on, honey, what is it? What's the matter?

Alan, I'm frightened.

I think I may be... I keep hearing strange things.

Voices.

Some kind of chanting I can't understand, and then... they call to me

sometimes, over and over.

You've been under a lot of stress.

It's my fault, I guess.

You do believe me, don't you?

I mean, you... You don't think I'm ill?

I don't know what to think.

Howdy, Captain. What's up? Not leaving us, are you? Yeah.

We're gonna take a bus and leave the driving to you.

Mr. O'Neill?

Yes.

You don't have anything in that shipment of yours we don't know about, do you?

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know yet.

You don't have anything, uh, live?

Of course not. Why?

Just curious about a little problem we have down there.

Sorry.

Captain?

Um, is anything wrong?

No, miss. Nothing serious.

Captain, if you're going below, would you be kind enough to speak to my dog?

His name is Damon.

You know how to reassure him.

Of course.

Well, Jim?

Try this again Watch

your head

Look at this.

Something like moss on the bulkhead.

stories.

He says he's dead.

How did it happen?

He's frozen.

The wind.

The flight deck.

I've got to get into the flight deck.

Help me.

Please,

don't mention anything that's happened. We must avoid a panic.

What happened?

The flight engineer has been killed.

Jim's dead.

What? Something in the cargo hold killed him. We don't know what. Oh, God.

Is the captain going to be okay?

As far as his physical wound is concerned, yes.

As for the rest, I'm not sure.

That elevator still stuck?

It's the flight engineer.

He's dead.

What? Something awful's happened back there.

Oh, uh... Here, try this.

Uh-oh.

Look at that.

What is it?

Mr. Farley.

Mr. Farley, you can't come in here. Where's the nearest field that'll handle

this, baby? You gotta get us down and quit. The regulations won't permit...

Don't play games with me, honey.

Regulations don't count now.

Your flight engineer is dead, your captain's hurt, and there's something

happening to this airplane. I wanna know what you're doing about it.

What's the matter with you?

Some kind of a blowout in the hold?

You're doing nothing about it. There's no blowout. It would show on my

instruments. I don't give a damn about your instruments. Do something!

You're the one that's gonna do something, Farley.

Get out of here.

Now.

What's happened to me?

What is sometimes known as shock. You call this shock?

That is somewhat more difficult.

Your arm has been frozen to the point of being burned.

Can you understand that?

Suppose the instruments were wrong.

If there was a blowout, the loss of oxygen, it could have caused

hallucinations.

Respectfully, Captain, your arm is not a generalized condition.

It could not relate simply to the absence of oxygen.

It's more specific.

As though something incredibly cold had touched you there.

I'll get my bag.

Frank?

Try Cornwall.

No use. The radio's out.

What about the backups?

Excuse me, what's happening back here? You ain't heard?

Just a little trouble with the plane.

You do know Mr. O'Neil.

You know very well.

Those things which this man has taken.

removed from the soil where they have rested for thousands of years.

Oh, lady, whatever are you talking about?

They are sacred things.

They have their own powers.

That is what is happening to us. Oh, come on, I'm not going to listen to

this.

Paul, do you know what she's talking about?

The druata, Mrs. Pinder.

Of course, the druids.

Believe it or not, here we are in the last half of the 20th century under

these circumstances.

And what are we worrying about?

The grotesque practices of a primitive cult that was stamped out before the

coming of Christ.

Not entirely, Mr. Kovalec.

There are still druids. Yes, of course there are. And there are still witches

and satanists.

And those who believe the jimson weed can make them immortal.

There's never been any shortage of idiot things to believe in, or idiots to take

them up. Stop it!

What have druids got to do with what's going on here?

Everyone on that heath knows the legend.

They've feared it for hundreds of years.

Inside the altar at Grove Abbey was a druid sacrificial stone.

That stone is on this plane.

Hey, lady, you trying to tell me that a piece of rock's got something to do with

killing the flight engineer?

The Abbey was built on the sacred grove of the druids, a place where they

committed human sacrifices to the ancient gods of darkness, Cold Wind.

The Old Ones, they call them.

And every hundred years, at the summer solstice...

It's summer's eve.

Paul, you said that was tonight.

For all I know, it's Halloween.

How do you know all this stuff, anyway?

Well, if it's any of your business, I like to look at ruins, preferably

religious ruins.

Why don't you just knock it off?

Confession is supposed to be good for the soul, isn't it?

Paul is a priest!

Was. Very definitely was.

They have enough trouble without sticking them with me.

Okay. Okay, so he struck out as a priest. So what?

What's that got to do with us?

With all this crazy business. This lady's talking about demons and spirits

and stuff on this airplane.

Well, I'd sure like to get some answers in right quick.

Perhaps you are too eager for answers.

Sometimes there are none.

The only magic I know...

is that man can resist gravity and fly at 37,000 feet.

I hope that makes you happy it hasn't me.

What would?

I'm going to open a bottle of it right now.

It might not make me happy, but it will amuse me to think of all of you back

here worrying about your lives as though they were of some importance.

He doesn't matter.

We have to find out what it wants.

Now listen, whatever it is, it's back there.

So let's get everybody up front away from it.

Nobody goes back there until this whole thing is cleared up. You understand?

Nobody. Is everybody here?

Where's the little girl?

Come on, honey. We have to move.

Come on.

My baby.

Look, I'll get everything. You run up front now, okay?

Come on.

It's all right.

The plane's breaking up. There's a crack. No structural break. It's inside

the plane.

I understand we're stuck up here. You ought to demand your money back.

I wish I could find something funny in all this.

Stick around.

Maybe you will.

Are you beyond fear, or are you just drunk?

Both. But if I were you, I'd worry more about your fellow passengers than

whatever it is you brought on board.

Come on.

Sheila?

No! Sheila, what is it?

You're hearing something, aren't you?

My wife has been hearing voices, but she was treated for nervous exhaustion a few

weeks ago. What do you hear?

I don't know.

Voices. They keep...

It stopped.

Do you remember what you said when... when you fainted?

Yes,

I heard that. One of the voices. What does it mean?

Well, do you know or don't you?

It's from a black mass.

A prayer?

To the devil?

Or to that thing back there.

My wife is imagining things, that's all.

She's hearing voices.

Paul says she was reciting a black mass. Sounded like it. I was probably wrong. I

was a worse scholar than I was a priest.

It was a man's voice, wasn't it?

Yes. Do you know who that was, my dear?

In 1407, Lord Canton, the owner of the land on which the abbey stood, your

ancestor. was burnt at the stake for heresy and murder.

He had worshipped the druid gods, offered human sacrifices, members of

your own family.

And now, the old ones, you're the one they want. You're the sacrifice they

demand.

Maybe she's right.

What else can it be?

Everything's gone crazy.

You know all about these things. You were a priest, weren't you?

What can we do?

You don't want a priest, Mr. Farley. You want a parachute.

Don't you laugh at me.

You lousy drunk.

What good are you anyway?

The sacrifice.

The child.

Where's the child?

You going crazy?

No!

No! Please!

Perhaps we could offer it this.

You mean like voodoo.

You want to offer the doll instead of... My God, that's hideous.

We need to dress it. We'll need something of Mrs. O'Neil's.

You can't do this. You stay out of it.

But I understand what's happening here. I'm the only one that does.

I'm warning you, it won't work.

You'll only make things worse. It will work. It's worth trying.

Anything is.

Is this yours?

Wait a minute. You leave my wife's thing. You got us into this. You brought

that thing aboard. Now stay out of it or you'll get hurt. I'll go on and follow

you then.

Yes, we'll do.

I need something more.

You know.

Tell us!

Are you too good, too holy for this?

Too holy?

But, dear Mania, you of all people should know better than that.

We need some of her hair.

No, mister.

No, Alan, let them. It doesn't matter.

Let them?

It doesn't matter.

And some of your fingernails.

Analik, hold these.

There.

Here, take another painkiller.

Might as well. No use saving them.

I know what you're thinking, but what could I do? She wouldn't let me help.

Mr. O'Neill, I would never dream of sitting in judgment on another.

It's the war.

I heard them down there.

Charming bunch of people.

You think that thing only wants me?

They'll believe anything now that offers them the barest hope of survival.

And they'll do anything, no matter how stupid or bestial.

Homo sapien in all his glory.

Do you really hate yourself that much?

I always wait for that.

The Defrock priest.

Delight of the armchair analyst.

Where did you lose your faith? I didn't. It lost me.

I'm frightened.

Can you help me?

I'm sorry. I'm fresh out.

Aren't you afraid?

Of dying.

I gave that up along with the rest of my illusions.

I don't understand you. Those are only words.

Words, yes. We...

Talk a lot in the church.

It keeps us from asking why we can't have one sign, one tiny

infinitesimal sign to sustain us in the darkness.

To touch, to see.

Father.

Nothing will.

You have to go down there. You have no choice. Why? Why?

Because it's you that they want.

You're afraid of them, the old ones, because you think of them as evil. But

you're wrong.

They're spirits of nature.

The force that holds this plane is as old as the world itself.

And aren't you a part of nature?

You are as much from the earth as the sacred stones below.

You hear that, Sheila? There's no problem.

You're a tree, a rock.

How simple it is.

And those feelings you have in your gut, love, fear, all nothing more than the

stirrings of atoms and molecules.

What a pathetic excuse you are for a man.

How do you set yourself above anything? You who betrayed your own pitiful faith.

Pitiful, Mrs. Pinder, and what are you selling?

Powers that are old when this universe was young.

Powers that you no more can withstand than an ignorant savage.

A fire, Mrs. Pinder, is that it?

No.

The way the ancients hailed off the demons on Midsummer's Eve.

They built a bonfire on the highest hill. We're at 20 or 30,000. That ought

to be high enough.

And then those poor, ignorant savages would huddle around the light and smoke,

pray for the dawn. At the first shaft of sunlight, demons go back to hell, or

wherever it is they come from.

Yes, a fire.

A fire for the burning of witches.

A fire.

Will fire work?

Ask her.

in some sort of coma.

You can't burn the plane to save it. Get those ventilators up.

I asked you, when is the sunrise?

3.42 out here. I wouldn't count on seeing it. Well, maybe we could climb to

meet it. Catch it early as it comes over the rim of the world.

Now, what is this rim of the world jazz? We climb, we burn more fuel.

Ernie, if there's any chance at all, we ought to try it.

Going to full power.

Come on downstairs.

You've got to help. What? Come on.

They're upstairs, get it.

Paper, over there.

Savages.

Yes, frightened savages.

waiting to be led.

And they will be led into darkness or into light.

Be my guest. Would that I had that strength of purpose.

But I have only words, and they are far beyond that now.

That's it.

There's nothing more we can do.

You want to know what's going to happen to you? Just look in there.

There's one more thing.

It's down to this.

One life against how many?

All of us. The doll worked.

The fire worked. It just wasn't enough.

Get back.

Get back!

The fire!

The fire's going out!

You gotta go back there.

You gotta do it for the rest of us.

Dude, we're at safe to breathe.

You can take your masks off now.

Mrs. Pinder.

Mr. O'Neill.

What happened?

My dog.

My beautiful dog.

I'm sorry.

Cornwall Center, AOA-190 X-ray. Please give us priority clearance for emergency

landing with full standby.

Roger AOA-190 X-ray. Do you want clearance for instrument landing?

Negative, Cornwall. Negative.

No instruments.

Why did he do it?

For those people?

You talked to him last.

Why?

Perhaps somehow it was a final act of faith.

If there are devils, there must also be gods.

I have no thoughts.