It's the hard knock life for us.

It's the hard knock life for us.

Imagine if someone came into the orphanage and told us one day we'd be flying on a private jet.

Might as well have said we'd be on a spaceship to Mars. You don't have one of those, do you?

Not yet, Moles.

Not yet, she says, Sandy.

Drake, how are we looking?

So far, so good.

And when do we expect it'll turn to not so good?

We are approximately 90 seconds from where I lost control on the previous flight.

90 seconds?

Oh my goodness. Are we ready?

Shouldn't we like put on helmets or parachutes or something?

This plane is not equipped with helmets, and I would not advise parachutes over the open water. Don't worry. We're not going anywhere. This time, we're riding it out.

Tell us again what it was like, Annie.

I mean, it wasn't that bad. Right, Drake?

First, the jet steered off course and out over the ocean. Drake?

Then it started to shake and shudder violently.

Violently?

I'm not sure they need to hear everything!

Following that, we went into a nosedive headed straight for the water.

We were less than 30 seconds from impact when I ejected the locket, thus riding the plane. That sounds pretty bad.

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