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Are you crazy? I love you. What did you just say? I love you. Don’t say that. Mayday mayday mayday. Yankee Zulu X-ray. Position and altitude unknown. Can anybody read me? Can someone please untie these ropes? Sure, I’ll get right to it. Mayday mayday, Yankee Zulu X-ray. What is it? I don’t know. Let us hear it. It’s that thing. It’s that thing. It’s back. It’s back. No, it’s distortion. It has to be. Oh come on. No, that’s not distortion. Whatever it is, there’s a rational explanation. Yeah? Well, good. ‘Cause I think we’d all like to hear it, Sara. What do you want me to say? Hypoxia makes you see things or hear things. Not the same things. Look, the altimeter says we should be in outer space. How do you explain that right now? Some magnetic interference. Sara, you heard it. It’s not normal. Yeah, I heard something. It could be crosstalk or interference with sunspots something. Oh my God, sunspots? Are you kidding me? You’re not a radio expert, Sal. None of us are. All right, let’s just be real. I think there’s something we all need to admit right now, don’t you think? Admit what? Come on, Sara, we’ve been going down for what, like minutes? Come on, tell me you’re not thinking the same thing I am. Spit it out. Where the hell is the ground? Sara. Sara, your dad, he works on secret projects, right? Yeah, no Like for the air force. Yeah. Yeah, good point. Remember the mechanic we saw? You know, the camel jockey. Well maybe, just maybe, he rigged the plane to kill the colonel’s daughter. How’s that? That’s not what I meant. Okay, what if we don’t need to come down? What if we never took off? Mel. Look, just hear me out, okay? What if we’re just part of some big experiment? You know, like something to see how people react to stress. Mel, that’s impossible. Why? Because he doesn’t even know we’re here. What? What the ? He thinks we’re driving to the concert. He doesn’t even know I have my pilot’s license. Are you shitting me, Sara? He’s paranoid. He’s convinced I’ll end up the same way my mom did. Well, Jesus, I wonder what gave him that idea. Look, it has nothing to do with that, okay? The point is is it’s not some giant government conspiracy. Why not? Because things like that don’t happen in real life. There wasn’t any information released on the plane that hit us. What plane? The one that killed her mom and my parents. Didn’t you hear the rumors? There’s no record of it. It just appeared out of nowhere. The ghost plane theory? Really? It’s just like we’re trapped in a hanger. We’re plugged into some sort of simulation. Or maybe it’s drugs. Drugs? Like those LSD tests they did back in the ‘s. Yeah well, one hell of a bad trip we’re having. Well, it makes more sense than anything else. Well, shit. I say we find out. What? I don’t know, jump. I mean, in dreams, I don’t know, you’re falling and you wake up. Maybe it’s the same in this situation, huh? Maybe it’s the same. You know what? I think you’re on to something, Sal. Why don’t you go ahead and give it a shot? Maybe it’s just the booze talking, I don’t know.