“Katie-bear, are you alright?” Susan asked as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

“Not now, Susan! Greenlee, you made me shoot him! Is he dead? Oh my God, he might be dead! I might have shot someone! I’m going to jail!”

“Will you just shut up and listen to me?”

“Land this plane now, Steve! Things have gotten way out of hand!”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t know how to fly!”

“That’s just great! What kind of guy owns a plane he can’t even fly? You have got to be kidding me!”

“I was gonna learn when I got around to it! It’s just easier to bring along a pilot, you know?”

“Unbelievable! Now what do we do?” Kate asked. She bit her nails as she looked outside the cockpit window for landmarks.

“I don’t know! Here, let me get someone on the radio!”

“Yes, the control tower,” Kate said. “Is this the microphone? Quick, how does it work?” Kate asked, picking up the green and black mic.

“Yeah, but there is no control tower. It’s an uncontrolled field. Here, give me the mic,” Steve said.