“SOS.Please save us!” The pilot yells into the dead radio headset. Out of order, out of control. A dashboard light blinks red, bathing the Pilots face in a crimson glow. Engine noise falters, replaced by scream of his passengers, loud enough to drown out the roaring, powerful winds. The pilot fights for control, yanking desperately on the yoke of the plain. Panicked flashes across his face as he realizes that control was the one thing that did not exist this night. The plane starts a downward spiral and the passengers tumble about as though tossed in a washing machine. The co-pilot hits his head and go’s still. The pilot looks out the window and realize the the whole right wing is on fire. The plain looks like some sacred phoenix from hell with fiery wings spread as though to perch in the sea. The sound of shrieking metal and steam, the last war cry of flight 319, resonate in the darkness as the plain dives into the water with a splash. Out of control, out of order. Delta Flight 319 goes down in the sea, swallowed by the powerful waves. Breaking up, no waking up. All goes dark with secrets to hide at the bottom of the sea.