You are really nervous about this flight, because no flight has ever reached bubbling vomit land safety. You are batting against zero percent odds after all. You almost call in sick, but you only get three sick days a year and then your fired. You have already missed that day you had a miner heart attack. So you strap in with the rest and its away into that sky again. The sky over B V L is thick with vomit vapors and its sticky as hell. The jet is fighting through clouds of toxic gas. Its bumpy and you have to restrain a panicing customer. The plane's engines gum up and the pilot has to bring the plane down onto the low rent landing strip without power, just glide down. The plane is coming over the city too low, bringing down a couple radio towers, the plane turns sideways and smashes into a building like its 911! But much slower, Everyone in the first eight rows is dead. You survived with serious injurys. You are rushed to the hospital clinging to life.