Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now
"You don't know how to fly this plane?!" Matt demanded, disbelief almost oozing from his pores.
"No, I don't!" Karissa wailed, covering her face. "Brandy was supposed to teach me!"
The alarms continued to blare in the silence between them. Matt gaped at her, then turned his gaze to the various controls in front of him. Oh God, I don't even know what I'm about to do...
But he did know he wasn't about to sit there and die.
His gaze swept over the buttons. There was a steering wheel type thing, and various buttons labeled with things that he didn't understand.
"What are you doing?" Karissa watched him, terror written over her face.
"What does it look like I'm doing?!" He snapped, irritated. "Trying to save our lives!"
That's when he saw the button labeled "Voice".