No Heat Just Darkness

It is a tiny private plane and it shakes terribly in the weather which has suddenly gone sour. The pilot is a friend of a friend and he doesn't speak much English. When something goes wrong, they all know it at the same time. In the still moment before the plane starts to lose altitude, Charlie – who has spent the entire flight quietly reciting a monologue from Julius Caesar – puts his hands on both sides of the fuselage and moans in fear. Chloe's teeth rattle in her skull. There are no parachutes and no room to move in the plane. They're going to die.