“Ms. Endure” the English teacher calls out, watching Rachel enter her classroom nearly twenty minutes after class had already begun. “You’re wanted in the principal’s office” the teacher calls out, instructing the girl not to return to class without a slip expunging her tardiness from the record. Watching the girl walk away from the classroom without a word in response, Jared raises his hand and asks for permission to use the restroom.
“You’ll have to wait until after the presentation, Jared” the teacher replies, attempting to begin once more before noticing Jared pulling his bag over his shoulder and aim for the door. “I didn’t give you permission, Jared” the teacher says, “Return to your seat.” With his eyebrows raised, Jared continues walking up to the teacher before reminding her that the request is only formal. “You don’t have the right legally to keep me from using the bathroom” Jared replies, walking through the door.
Calling out for the girl walking at a sloth-like pace, Jared catches up to her, not having much trouble with Rachel having assumed it was already too late to pick up the pace. “Jared, can you please fuck off?” Rachel asks, her eyes rolling when the boy asks when she’ll forgive him. “This isn’t a church state, Jared… I don’t have to forgive you if I don’t want to” Rachel replies, genuinely exhausted from having to deal with everything already hitting her at once.
“Have you heard from Scarlett yet?” Jared asks, watching Rachel stop and turn to him, looking at him as if he were the dumbest student in the school. “For a start, she’s outrunning murder charges, she doesn’t have time to stop and chat” Rachel replies, “And at that, if I did, I’d be an accessory to murder, so I wouldn’t tell you even if I did.”
“Rachel, I did a really fucking dumb thing, I’m not gonna deny it” Jared says, “But just because I’m an asshole, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna turn you into the cops!” Turning around again, Rachel admits that she doesn’t trust Jared one way or another, and she’s certainly not going to change her mind because of his persistence. “I’ve got enough to deal with, so go the fuck away before I fucking drop you!” Rachel concludes, turning the corner as Jared simply stops following.
“Please, take a seat” the principal directs, sitting against the front of his desk as Rachel finds her spot in the soft chair opposite him. “Ms. Endrue, I’m afraid I have to share some, well, rather unfortunate news with you” the man acknowledges, watching Rachel’s eyes drop, almost as if she already knew this was coming, and was simply dreading it being broken. “I’m afraid Scarlett was involved in a shootout with the police early this morning.”
The first line setting up for the climax, with Rachel biting her lip in expectation for the crescendo. “I’m very sorry, especially with everything that you’ve been going through as of late, but I’ve been told to make you aware that she was shot and killed in the process.” A blank stare at the window just off to the side, Rachel bites her finger and wipes away a tear before it could start rolling down her cheek.
“Is that all?” Rachel asks, the principal caught off guard by her response, seemingly treating it like a minor inconvenience, threatening her ability to get back to class. “Um, well, I would-” the man begins, stammering over what to say next at the peculiar response. “I’d like to get to class before I miss anything else” Rachel replies, the principal silently nodding and stretching his hand towards the exit.
Walking through the office door, Rachel stops the secretary from informing her of where the guidance counselor’s office is by taking her tardy slip and nonchalantly leaving through the front door. Wandering through the empty halls, Rachel stops at her locker and reaches for the dial, holding back a few sobs as she tries to remain composed, placing in her combination and opening the large metal plate.
As the door swings open, a folded paper falls to her feet, the corner of a polaroid poking through the fold in the paper. Reaching to the ground, Rachel picks up the note and pulls the photo from it, revealing a shot of both Scarlett and Victoria with their fingers pressed against their lips, and the date and specific time written in green sharpie below. Looking around, Rachel hides the polaroid in a random notebook and unfolds the note, reading every line written.
Directing her not to believe everything that the police announce, Scarlett writes for Rachel in appreciation for everything she did for her as her friend, and puts her trust in Rachel to make an important call. Scarlett informs Rachel that the police will announce a time and date of when the pair were supposedly killed, and that it is all nothing more than show. Scarlett then gives Rachel the keys to the truth, telling her to share this revelation with whomever she trusts to keep it secret.
Closing off the note, Scarlett tells Rachel that she is unable to return to Praireville due to an agreement made with police, and wants to use this as her ‘thank you’ for always being there for her. Folding the note back up, Rachel pulls the polaroid out one final time and smiles, gently placing the two pieces of crucial evidence together before tucking them in a pocket of her bag. With a smile, Rachel closes her locker and returns to class as the loudspeaker requests everyone’s attention.
= Dream Sequence is created by Zachary Serra, all rights to the series belong to Zachary Serra and the entity of Pacer1 Media from the start of Season 1 onwards =
“Thank you!” Victoria replies, exiting alongside Scarlett having traded in the Hawaii tickets for an earlier trip to the Maldives, setting their final course of action into effect. “Alright” Victoria says, taking in a deep breath and turning to Scarlett, “here we go.” Giving each other a thumbs up, Scarlett pulls onto the main street and drives for the airport, ready to leave Praireville behind once and for all.
After a few hours, the car parks in the airport parking lot and the girls prepare for one final return to the realm beyond before they board their flights. “Where to first?” Vic asks, watching Scarlett aim for the elevators without a second thought, aiming to get a look at what lies behind the double doors for herself. On the floor of her choice, Scarlett leads Vic to the hall of the faceless and shakes off the nerves, pulling the doors open to a massive surprise.
Setting one foot in, Scarlett immediately pulls it back out, looking into a sea of nothing but night sky and bright stars. Pulling her friend back, Vic looks on at the sights before her and stares on in confusion, peering through the door and looking down from her position. A few miles below resides a restless ocean, waves ripping with authority and no more land than a small island a few thousand feet out.
“What the hell is this?” Scarlett asks, her answer being met with a rephrased question asking the same thing. “What’s going on here?” Esotera asks, joining the two girls in the doorway of the steady drop into the merciless ocean. “We wouldn’t have brought you here if we already knew” Scarlett replies, looking around at what rests in front of her, finding that it truly is nothing but the starry night sky.
“Do we jump in?” Vic asks, her idea immediately shot down by Esotera, who suggests that there is something more than off about this anomaly. “What do you mean by ‘off’?” Scarlett asks, “isn’t the realm beyond protected by being, I mean, a completely different reality?” Poking her hand through the doorway, Esotera notices it disappear, reappearing when it’s pulled back as if the doorway were a portal to somewhere else.
Confirming Scarlett’s suspicions, Esotera furthers the point by reminding Scarlett that any realm has its faults in reality, with the realm beyond being no different. Poking and pulling her hand through the doorway a second time, a realization dawns over Esotera, and her eyes shoot open as if she felt a series of shivers running down her back. “That’s not the realm beyond” Esotera replies, capturing the attention of Scarlett and Vic without having to try.
“That’s the realm of reality” Esotera continues, the eyes of both Vic and Scarlett shooting open as well, staring back and forth between Esotera and the night of their world above. “So, wait a second-” Vic begins, smiling as Scarlett does the opposite, peering through the doorway again and asking how that’s even possible. “It’s the backdoor I told you about” Esotera replies, Scarlett and Vic looking to each other and recalling their first conversation with her.
“How the front entrance to the realm beyond was in their sleep, but the back entrances that hadn’t been seen before were elsewhere” Scarlett concludes. “So this can actually be seen in the realm of reality?” Vic asks, Esotera’s insistence that both realities can be seen within each other’s opening an entire new world of possibilities to be had. Before long, the light above in the skylight begins turning dark gray, hosting the same effects as the red ‘beast alert’ lights.
Within moments, the ground begins rumbling, and the girls are thrown off balance, falling away from the door and dropping the ground with their eyes still glued on the split in realms. Laying there, the girls watch a ball of fire plummet past their door, prompting them to hurry back in time to watch it collide with the water and practically disintegrate upon impact. “What the fuck was that!?” Scarlett asks in a rush before she is flung back by the impact of the doors bolting closed.
“Do I have to fucking ask again?” Scarlett shouts, running towards the doors and pulling them open to reveal the hall of the faceless, untouched as if it had never moved in the first place. “It appears to have been some sort of meteorite” Esotera remarks, disappearing with the assurance that she’ll look into whatever she can find to explain it. Entering the hall, Vic leads Scarlett to the backdoor, which slams shut as they come within inches of its handles.
Taken aback by the realm beyond’s display, Vic tugs at the handles, pulling with as much force as she can muster without result. “I thought we were past this” Vic says, leaving Scarlett to try and open the doors as she looks out towards the faceless going about their day as per usual. “Something’s off about all of this” Vic states, walking up to the desk of one of the faceless and opening the drawer, which the figure instinctively closes without hesitation.
Opening the drawer again, the figure slams the compartment shut once more, continuing to block Vic from viewing the contents within once more. Storming towards the figure, Scarlett opens the drawer and stops the figure’s hand as it reaches for it, pulling the faceless from its seat and hurling it across the hall, crushing it against the wall. Reacting to this, the figures leap from their desks and stare at the figures corpse before looking towards his desk.
“What the fuck are you thinking Scar?” Vic calls out, watching Scarlett reach into the drawer and retrieve a folder, opening it on the figure’s desk. Finding nothing more than a few blank pieces of paper, Scarlett throws the folder across the room, hitting one of the many figures in the head with it, killing it on impact. Having witnessed this, the figures go into an uproar, mumbling in terror as they all hurry for the exits.
Not willing to let this confusing battle slide without repercussion, Scarlett forces the doors shut and traps the figures in the room, holding them hostage without them even being aware of it. “Scarlett, calm it the fuck down!” Vic shouts, watching the girl’s hair begin to slowly glow once more as the figures scramble over each other, trying to break windows in order to reach safety. “Scarlett, stop!” Vic shouts again, watching the girl continue to refuse to obey the order.
Not willing to risk getting on the bad side of the realm beyond, Vic pulls her service weapon up and fires a round into Scarlett’s head, returning her into the realm of reality. As Scarlett’s body drops in the realm beyond, the air returns to normal, and the figures all return to work as if nothing had happened. More importantly, the double doors at the back of the hall burst open, welcoming whomever chooses to enter with metaphorical open arms.
As she squints her eyes at the messages the realm beyond is trying to get her to understand, the realm begins to violently shake, only Vic feeling the effects as the remainder of the hall remains untouched. Before long, Vic puts the weapon to her head and pulls the trigger, returning to the realm of reality, where she is met by an aggravated Scarlett, demanding to know why Vic took her out.
“You were gonna kill the whole lot of them!” Victoria replies, demanding to know why Scarlett went crazy. “Just… Forget about it!” Scarlett replies, unbuckling her seatbelt as Victoria refuses to let it slide. “This is the second time you acted up like that, fuckin’ explain yourself!” Victoria shouts, the lack of response resulting from Scarlett exiting the vehicle and walking off the airport entrance.
“S!” Victoria shouts, not wanting to scream Scarlett’s full name in public, earning zero response. Groaning, Victoria pulls both her bag and Scarlett’s out of the trunk and hurries after the girl, rushing across the parking lot to enter the building together.
“I’d like you to leave my house” Nora says, Sheriff West holding his hands out and trying to explain to Nora why they had no other choice, only to be escorted towards the front door by an angered mother. “You’ve killed my family, get the fuck out of my house!” Nora shouts, pointing towards the door as West leaves in defeat. “Nora, I need you to breathe” Mary asks, her hand being slapped away from Nora’s shoulder as the widowed mother of a dead girl refuses.
“He’s killed my family, I will not calm down!” Nora shouts, the sound of the door closing behind Sheriff West only adding to her rage. “My family is gone, I have every reason to want someone to pay!” Nora screams, quickly glancing around the foyer of her home before walking upstairs. “Nora, please stop” Mary asks, her husband following her up the stairs as they chase after Nora, who aims for her bedroom and locks the door behind her.
“Nora, unlock the door” Mary asks, lightly knocking as the sound of gear beng picked up becomes the sole thing audible on the other end. After a few moments, the door swings open again, and Nora emerges from her room with two suitcases, walking past Mary and Blake on her way to the front door. “Nora, what are you doing?” Mary asks, trying to put aside her wishes for Nora to calm down, knowing those requests to only further the already blistering anger.
Calling after the woman, Mary follows her through the front door and watches her pack her bags into the backseat. As she opens the door to the driver’s side, Nora watches Mary run around to the opposite end, taking a seat on the passenger’s side. “Get the fuck out, Mary” Nora demands, angrily watching Mary buckle her seatbelt. “Mary, I wont fucking tell you again!” Nora shouts, “Get the fuck out!”
“I’m not letting you leave here” Mary replies, watching the pain in Nora’s heart temporarily be overtaken by the anger of the sky crashing down on her entire life. “There’s no reason for me to be here, Mary” Nora replies, her anger getting the better of her, clouding her judgment or any thought that doesn’t pertain to her massacred family. “My husband is dead, my daughter is dead and there’s nothing left here for me!” Nora shouts, Mary being unable to respond to that hard truth.
“This town can kiss my ass, I’m not giving it any more of my time!” Nora shouts, demanding that Mary get out of the car one final time. “I’m not leaving” Mary replies, watching Nora reach around her seat and open a box just below it. “What are you-” Mary begins, cut off when she watches Nora pull a gun from a metal box around and point it at her face. “Get out of the fucking car, Mary!” Nora shouts, watching the woman’s lip quiver as the fear keeps her from being able to respond.
Her hands in the air, Mary reaches for the door’s latch as Nora makes the demand one final time, exiting the vehicle and watching the door swing to a close as Nora backs out of the driveway. “What the hell was that?” Blake shouts, no response coming before the squealing tires accompany the car down the road, completely abandoning the city that took her family and eviscerated it from inside.
“Alright, that’s class!” the young female teacher declares, requesting the class read the next two chapters of their biology textbook for homework. “Rachel, can I speak to you for a second?” the woman asks, pulling a seat up beside her desk for Rachel to have a seat. “I didn’t get to ask before class started” the woman with ‘Mrs. Ludgate’ plastered on a name plate at the front of her desk asks, Rachel shaking her head and replying with a simple “I’m fine.”
Folding her hands, Ludgate asks Rachel if she’s only telling her what she wants to hear, with Rachel insisting that she’s exactly as she says. “Would you blame me if I thought you really weren’t fine?” Ludgate asks, watching Rachel lean back in her seat and reply with another simple “Yes.” Puckering her lips, obviously not having anticipated that brash answer, Ludgate asks Rachel to explain to her why she believes herself to be fine.
“Are you my guidance counselor all of a sudden?” Rachel asks, having heard enough of the generic “How’re you doing?” question without being halfway done with the day. “I’m not interested in the pity from everyone, can’t we just call it a day and get back to work?” Surprised by Rachel’s hesitance to dwell on the loss even people indifferent to Scarlett were taking to heart, Ludgate asks Rachel what she truly thinks of everything that’s occurred.
“I think shit happens to good people and it’s completely unfair” Rachel responds, “But I’m not gonna sit around grieving for someone when I know more than everyone else does.” With that statement, Rachel picks up her books and walks towards the front door, brushing off Ludgate’s questions of what she is referring to. “Mrs. Ludgate, I appreciate the concern” Rachel begins, placing her door on the handle and opening it.
“But I know more than everything else does, and that’s more than enough to comfort me through all of this” Rachel concludes, “Have a wonderful afternoon.” With that, the girl walks through the door and enters the hallway just as the other students disperse to their next class. Suddenly, despite feeling like she’s outrun the trouble of everyone’s half-hearted sympathy, Rachel groans as a familiar voice calls for her to wait up.
“Jared, can you fuck the hell off?” Rachel shouts, “I’m getting sick of this bullshit!” Rushing up to her and tapping her arm, Jared tells Rachel that there’s something she needs to see. “Seriously, I wouldn’t be telling you this if it wasn’t urgent!” Jared says, watching Rachel glance confusingly at the main entrance, where she watches a horde of student spill onto the front grounds of the building.
“This way!” Jared says, taking Rachel’s hand and guiding her up a flight of stairs before spilling onto the roof and hurrying up to the edge. Glancing down, Rachel realizes the reason for the sudden shift in the school’s manner. Watching teachers attempt to hurry students back into the building whilst custodians scrub away at white paint, Rachel reads aloud the message left to those associated with Victoria and Scarlett.
“The sluts killed. Their friends will pay” is legible from the heavens above, sending the school into a frenzy as Rachel and Jared realize what this entails for them in specific. “We’ve gotta get out of here” Rachel says, putting aside her differences with Jared knowing how this ended with Al. “I don’t like you and we’re not friends” Rachel begins, “But you don’t deserve to die because of that, so let’s keep that in mind” as they race down the stairwell.
“Are you ready?” Scarlett asks, her left leg crossed over her right as her foot bounces in the air with a combination of anxiety and excitement. “I’m nervous” Victoria replies, one of the few times she’s ever admitted to being anything other than confident in what she’s doing. The surprise causing Scarlett’s leg to stop as the former blonde puts her hand on Victoria’s arm, reminding her that whatever they do, they do together.
With a smile, Victoria places her hand over Scarlett’s and nods, looking on at their plane approaching the tunnel, preparing to let passengers board. “Not much time left to go” Scarlett mutters to herself, sucking in a breath as the loudspeaker announces that they will soon be letting passengers on. Having paid extra when exchanging the tickets, Victoria stands up and grabs her bag knowing they’ll be the first let on the plane.
With the loudspeaker turning on again, the initial call is the signal for Victoria and Scarlett to begin approaching the small line. Moving at a decent pace, Scarlett looks around the airport as the line progresses before noticing something off to her side in the seating area of another flight. Near the front of the line now, Scarlett has no choice but to remain within it, locking eyes with the source of what originally stole her attention.
Holding back tears, Scarlett and Victoria hand the woman stationed at the tunnel their tickets and are allowed to pass. Stopping for a second to pick up her bags, Scarlett smiles, nodding and waving goodbye at the other seating area before entering the tunnel, disappearing from the remainder of the airport. In the seating area, with a quivering lip, Nora sits with two bags by her side, a smile of pain appearing without her being able to find any words to say.
Wiping away her tears, Nora’s smile breaks through as the lucky interaction between the two reserves her hope, allowing her to move on in life knowing her daughter is safe. The loudspeaker returning, the next flight to North Dakota allows Nora to board, leaving the fate of her daughter with whatever forces are in charge of it now. Disappearing into her tunnel, Nora departs Praireville ready to return to where it started, whilst her daughter departs it for what now begins.
Taking their seat, Scarlett and Victoria look through the plane’s window at the tarmac just beyond, taking their final glance at Louisiana. “Care for a drink?” a voice asks from off to the side, belonging to a flight attendant with the name “Suzie” emblazoned across her badge. Asking politely for a water, Victoria chuckles when Scarlett requests a vodka cranberry, watching the attendant walk off as more people board.
“Who the fuck drinks a vodka cranberry on a flight?” Victoria asks, the memories of worry-free humor coming back to her with Scarlett’s response. “Normal people that aren’t soft dweebs like you” the former blonde replies, smirking as Suzie quickly returns with the drinks set and ready. “Thank you very much” Victoria replies, clanking her bottle of water against Scarlett’s vodka cranberry glass.
After a few minutes, the plane begins the process of takeoff, slowly beginning the process of departing the airport before eventually taking off and leaving Louisiana in the girls’ back window. “There it goes” Scarlett exclaims, bidding ado to her former life in favor of the new one that has officially begun. “You good?” Scarlett asks, yawning as Victoria wipes at her eyes, rapidly growing tired as the cabin lights dim.
“I think I’m gonna doze off for a bit” Victoria replies, laughing about it as Scarlett starts feeling the start of a slumber coming on as well. Within minutes, the girls drift to sleep as the plane reaches it’s necessary altitude, leaving their drinks in the holders of their chairs. “Can I refill your-” Suzie asks, noticing the girls to have fallen asleep before cautiously taking their drinks to the attendant’s quarters.
“Can you take th-” a random passenger asks, holding his glass up to Suzie, who completely ignores him and knocks the glass out of his hand. “What the hell, lady?” the man calls out, still earning no response from the woman, who returns to her quarters with the two cups still in hand. Once in the back, Suzie places the bottle in the garbage and the glass into a plastic bag, returning to the cabin with it before dropping it off with two random bald men.
As Suzie passes, the man closest to the aisle holds up two fingers, brushing Suzie’s arm with it before he and his associate vanish into thin air. Continuing her walk, Suzie approaches the man whose glass she knocked away, taking note of him standing from his seat. “Sit down or I’ll end your life” Suzie says, keeping the man from speaking before shoving him back into his chair.
At the back of the plane, Suzie turns a corner and vanishes as a pair of flight attendants walk out with the co-pilot, reporting to him of a situation they can’t quite explain. “She’s dressed just like us but she’s not on the crew list we got” one attendant says, referring to Suzie as a fake member of the crew.
Back in the realm beyond, Scarlett and Vic venture through the building, calling for any new update from Esotera. “Backdoors usually present themselves at random intervals, but are host to a specific energy” Esotera explains, suggesting that the split between the two realms from earlier was not a split that occurred naturally. “Someone opened it?” Scarlett asks, her suggestion corrected into it being someone that caused it.
“I think someone opened a random backdoor into the realm without knowing where it opened, either by accident or by dumb luck” Esotera explains, joining the girls in the hall of the faceless. “Hold up!” Vic shouts, pointing out the opened double doors at the back, running to them before they can shut. Running through, the trio enter the lengthy hallway as the doors close behind them, displaying the same appearance that Vic had seen prior.
“What is this?” Esotera asks, questioned as to how she could not know. “I’ve never seen this place before” Estoera explains,following Vic down the corridor. “This is the train wreck” Vic says, stopping to point out the photo with their name engraved below it. “That’s the building collapse” Vic says, showing the same thing to the pair before being surprised to find a blank photo with their names engraved below it.
“Am I the only one that notices the fact that we’re the only pair of names in here?” Scarlett asks, pointing out each photo having only one name engraved below it. “It’s probably nothing” Esotera says, quickly wanting to return the attention towards what Vic found. “Why does this say tragedy number four on it?” Vic asks, pointing to the plaque and wondering if this was for the attack that they had prevented earlier.
“There’s two” Scarlett says, pointing out an identical set up across from the blank photo with the tragedy of the Baton Rouge attacks being featured on it. ‘Tragedy avoided’ is plastered below their nameplate, suggesting that the photo Vic questions is an entirely different tragedy all together. “But we stopped it, so we’re all good, right?” Vic asks, repeating the latter-most word as she looks towards Esotera for confirmation.
“No” Esotera admits, informing the girls that the realm beyond never leaves something unfinished, and insisting that the fifth tragedy would be featured if it were stopped. “So we’ve got another tragedy to stop?” Vic asks, looking towards Esotera as the ground violently shakes from one side to the other, sending the girls crashing into the walls and knocking over photographs. “What the fuck is happening in here?” Scarlett shouts, looking towards Esotera.
“I don’t have all the answers, girls!” Esotera replies, “I don’t know what’s going on!” Finally, the ground stops shaking, instead beginning to vibrate beneath their feet, and Vic looks towards Esotera for any explanation she can think of. Suddenly, Scarlett’s eyes widen, and the blonde makes a frenzy towards the doors, quickly followed by Vic and Esotera, who rush after her into the main center of the office.
“Scarlett, what the hell are you doing?” Vic calls out, catching up to her friend at the bannister, overlooking the office center beneath the skylight where Scarlett finds what she had been expecting. “No shooting star!” Scarlett shouts, pointing to the sky as Vic and Esotera look at her, giving her the non-verbal cue to continue. “The shooting star was the fifth tragedy!” Scarlett shouts, only further confusing the pair.
“How is the shooting star the-” Vic starts, cut off by Scarlett who replies that it isn’t a shooting star. “It was never a shooting star, it was a plane!” Scarlett shouts, watching the expressions of Vic and Esotera shift as they begin to follow the pattern Scarlett had pieced together. “The realm was trying to tell us what the fifth tragedy was! It was a plane crash!” Scarlett says eagerly, watching Vic look towards her with panic.
“It’s the plane we’re on, isn’t it?” Vic asks, “that’s why the ground’s shaking?” Looking towards her friend, Scarlett nods, affirming the suspicions the realm had been attempting to warn them about. “We gotta go!” Vic shouts, pulling her service weapon out and firing it at her head, opening her eyes to find herself unharmed, still in the realm beyond. “What the-?” Vic begins, hearing Scarlett fail to return herself back to the plane as well.
“Why isn’t it working?” Vic asks, continuing to fail to pull herself out of the realm beyond as Esotera comes across a much more worrying conclusion. “Did you drink anything before you came here?” the guide asks, gaining all the answers she needed from the look the pair give to each other. “You were drugged” Esotera proclaims, Vic and Scarlett stumbling onto the conclusion that the flight attendant trapped them in the realm.
“You need to figure out another way out” Esotera says, flashing out with the intention of locating an alternative exit from the realm. “We can’t waste any time!” Vic shouts, leading Scarlett away from the center of the building. Back in the realm of reality, the unconscious bodies of Victoria and Scarlett remain fastened into their seats as the other passengers worry, informed that the plane’s engines have caught fire and are near failing.
On the outside, smoke builds up in the engines of the right wing whilst fire rages out of the engines of the left wing. The metal tube continues flying out over the Gulf of Mexico, unable to turn around without losing the altitude required to keep from plummeting into the waters. Beneath a clear, starry night sky, the threat of the fifth and final tragedy looms over the coast of Louisiana, threatening to take Scarlett and Victoria down with it.