This is the overnight flight from London Heathrow to Beijing.

Flight time 11 hours, 237 passengers on board,

and one murderer.

There's no escape.

At 35,000 feet.

Red Eye.

Stream now on ITX.

Months later, I can remember all of them down to the slightest idiosyncrasies and quirks.

They were my friends and they're gone now.

There's a hole in my life where they were.

Sometimes I'll remember something they said or did, and it'll hit me like a ton of bricks.

They're gone now, and I'm only left with memories of them.

I'm sorry for being Modlin and bringing everyone down,

but I think this is the only way I can really introduce my story

and explain why I feel like I have to record this.

I think that saying this out loud is the only way I can learn to accept that.

I'll try to keep these downer tendencies to myself as I'm recording all of this, but I can't

make any promises.

I know that being the third wheel in a group can be a terrible thing,

but I can think of something worse, being the fifth wheel.

If you're the third wheel, that makes your group a semi-functional

tricycle. If you're the fifth wheel, in your left there's some obscure car from the 50s that

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