I got chosen...no, we did. This was supposed to be MY chance! Who the hell is this?! SHE EVEN BROUGHT THE LEVEL THREE ATTENDANT! Why did she have to grab me?! WHY?! Doesn’t she know what this is?! She must not...she spoke.

I told her, “You shouldn’t have done that, you know, we aren’t supposed to get up or talk.”

“I’m tired. So damn tired.” Her voice. She might be crazy.

“It gets easier, trust me”

“What do you know?!”

“I know where we are.” She froze.

“What did you say?”
“I said I know what this place is-” I couldn’t finish my sentence! She’s trying to fight me! She must be in phase 3. Even mine wasn’t this bad!

Phases, it’s the different levels your mind goes through while flying 26. Phase 1, just curious, you heard about the island as a rumor from someone and wanted to try it out and see. This is on your first 26. Phase 2, You’re on edge you realized what was wrong since your first flight. So you observe. Happens to you on your second. Phase 3, You stop thinking, you just want to know what the hell is going on. You become hostile, impatient, tired. She’s definitely in late phase 3. But I’m past that. After about 100 attempts you go into what some call Phase Delta. You accept it, you know it has to happen at some point. So you wait. 

There are a lot of people like me, they have no one else, not even your own family accepts who you are. So you find something, anything to get away. So I put my life into 26, and I’m not taking it out now. My one chance! Shit! And why does she know how to fight so well? It’s taking more than usual to get out of the way of these attacks.

“Stop.” I had to calm her somehow, “Where’s the attendant you brought?”