[ WP ] Attention passengers we will be landing at JFK in 20 minutes . This was 2 days ago , I do n't how we are still on the air

I checked my phone. 
 
 August 26th, 2016. 2:03 PM. 
 
 I do n't think I'm imagining things. I checked the screenshots on my phone, and there it was- a picture of my boarding ticket. 
 
 
 CALDWELL/JAMIE 
 
 Chicago-OHare to New York-JFK 
 
 Wednesday, August 24th, 2016 
 
 GATE: Not Yet Assigned 
 
 Flight Departure: 10:57 PM 
 
 Arrival Time at Destination: 1:37 AM 
 
 
 So why in the world are we still in the air? The other passengers do n't seem to mind, all of them have been happily sleeping. I ca n't seem to blame them, flights always do seem this long when they're boring. But- really? How has no one noticed? 
 
 I nudged the person beside me. `` Excuse me ma'am, what's the time? Do you know when we'll be reaching our destination?'' 
 
 The lady grudgingly woke up, and took a look at her watch. `` It's 2:06 AM. Why're you awake?'' 
 
 I searched around in my head for an answer. Oh I do n't know- maybe because we were supposed to reach New York 2 days ago ( and want to be off this demonic machine )? But of course, I ca n't say that or she might just send me to a mental institution if we get off this plane. `` I do n't sleep well on planes, and I was wondering when we'll be getting off.'' 
 
 `` Did n't you hear the pilot? We'll be reaching in 20 minutes. You can wait that long, ca n't you?'' The woman sighed and turned over, showing that she was unwilling to talk to me any longer. She clearly wanted to sleep. 
 
 Why on earth is everyone so calm? This is a death trap, damn it! You can see absolutely nothing but sky and clouds, and if this thing stops or has a hiccup, we fall and die! Death, people, death! Do you know what that means? It means you're done. Over. No retries, nothing. 
 
 I began to squirm in my seat, until I decided I could n't take it any longer. I was going to find out what was happening. Since the lady was asleep, I climbed over her. Thank god she was short, otherwise I may have tripped. I began to walk down the aisle, towards the front of the airplane. 
 
 `` Jamie Caldwell.'' 
 
 I turned around sharply. `` Who is it? Who are you? Where are you?'' I scanned the seats, but all I saw was a bunch of sleeping passengers, and a few kids were tapping away at their tablets. 
 
 `` Jamie.'' 
 
 Where the hell is that coming from? I screamed. `` Who are you and how do you know my name?'' A few passengers woke up. They were not happy. Damn you guys and your sleep, I want to be off of this thing! 
 
 A flight attendant approached be from behind. `` Ma'am, could you kindly be seated? The seat belt sign is on until our landing.'' 
 
 `` Mrs. Andersen, patient Jamie Caldwell is experiencing mental breakdown. Terminate simulation?'' 
 
 `` WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?'' I screamed and stomped my feet on the ground like a young child. Let those goddamn adults wake up, I do n't care. They can look down on me all they like. I'm going to get off of this thing no matter what. Unlike you people, I enjoy life. 
 
 The flight attendant looked at me worryingly. `` Ma'am... let's get you seated at once.'' The two other flight attendants walked up to me and began to drag me off somewhere. 
 
 `` Terminate simulation. Jamie Caldwell is experiencing turbulent emotions. If the simulation continues, it may lead to mental damage.'' 
 
 As I began to scream and wrestle my way out of the flight attendants' grasps, the room flashed white. I held my eyes shut, it was much too bright for me to see. Oddly enough, the white room was not any more comforting than the plane filled with snoring middle-aged men and crying babies. 
 
 I began to scan the room. I seemed to be sitting in an all white room, and I was strapped to some sort of chair. To my left was a white door. I turned my head to the right, and saw a gorgeous lady next to me. The lady was dressed in a stereotypical nurse outfit, and had a name tag on her chest. It read, `` Mrs. Andersen.'' The lady slowly approached me, as if not to scare me with her appearance. Clack. Clack. Clack. The only noise in the room were her 1-inch heels. Slowly, a smile erupted on her face. 
 
 `` Good work Jamie, you lasted a day longer than the last time.''
