The cockpit has become silent and I seem to have escaped into my own world yet again. As I gaze around, I notice that panicked faces of my fellow passengers seem to fade into a strange yet soothing fog. My mind has been clouded by events of the past several hours and cannot seem to filter fantasy from reality.
A cool darkness overcomes me as a slip into an alternate reality of my own thoughts. I come out of my temporary coma only to find myself in a dimly lit interrogation room alone. I stand up abruptly and try to asses the situation. As I stand up, I hear the door slowly open. I retake my seat as Vladamir and his accomplices enter the room. The two men stand at the door to insure I will not escape. In complete silence, he makes his way to the cold steel table I am sitting at, looks me straight in the eyes, and utters the words, "You've been accepted."