It was quiet, little whispers here and there, then a rumbling, short shrills. A calm voice over the intercom "We are going down...." And the nightmare set in: screaming, crying, more turbulence, "I love you," and crowding of the halls, "I've got to get out of here !" Lights out, horrified gasps. Pushing and shoving. Lights on, sighs of relief. "I don't want to die !" and "Ladies and gentlemen, please sit down !" The sick vanity obsessed bitch fixing her make up- "If I'm dying, I'm dying pretty." And a crash, and it's all over, it's finally all over. And flames. And death. And, please, God have mercy on me.