I do not believe in fate. I do not believe in destiny. And I damn sure don’t believe in this shit.
I believe in itineraries, and mine has me touching down in Los Angeles. I didn’t know Oceanic Airlines was a real airline, but it’s just a name. Just a name. I do believe in turbulence and believe me, we’re experiencing far too much of it. I believe in wings and turbines and jet engines so will someone please tell me why I’m gripping the armrest of this fucking chair?
Is that a fat guy with a guitar case? This is not a television show, this is a flight from Sydney to LA, and we are not going to crash.
Someone’s throwing up, and I think I smell shit. Someone just shit themselves.
I think the ceiling is… tearing?
I am going to close my eyes, count to five, and wait for us to land.
1
I can hear the wind howling louder than it should.
2
Thanks beeping noise, totally didn’t know to fasten my seatbelt.
3
Something just hit my face and it felt like an oxygen mask.
4
Fuck. I don’t know how to swim.
5
I believe.
FML.