[ WP ] You have the power to quicksave and return to that point in time whenever you want . Unfortunately , you just saved at the beginning of a plane crash .

Screaming. 
 
 Everywhere. 
 
 Harley's ears rang with the shrieks of the passengers around him. His throat rattled with shrieks of his own. They were in freefall, hurtling towards the earth in a slow, sickening spin. He could see the ground rushing up towards them and regretted his decision to take the window seat. 
 
 *Clunk. * 
 
 The overhead bin snapped shut and Harley's wild eyes looked up at the woman standing at the end of his row. She smiled sheepishly at him and waved the book she'd dug out of her bag. `` Sorry. Just needed - `` 
 
 `` Your Emily,'' Harley finished for her, fixing his gaze on the little book of poetry she had in her hand. His savepoint. He was back. The plane was n't crashing yet. He looked out the window, at the fluffy clouds they were cruising over. In exactly 8 minutes, they'd be falling through them. 
 
 `` Are you - `` The woman jerked back as he lunged from his seat, screaming for the attendant. 
 
 Harley ignored the other passengers as they gasped, shouted, and otherwise expressed their alarm at his sudden outburst. `` The engine! It's going to blow! You have to tell the pilots!'' Panic was choking his words and clouding every thought he had. His savepoint was too late. Why had n't he saved when they had still been on the ground? 
 
 An attendant came hurtling towards him with a pained smile on his face. `` Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down,'' the man said firmly, trying to keep his voice level before Harley seized him by his cheap, logo'd vest. 
 
 Shaking the man as hard as he could, Harley began to repeat himself, to shout again that the plane was going to go down, but hands began grabbing at every part of his body as the other passengers dragged him off of the attendant. `` No, you have to listen, there's - `` a fist to his chin cut him off and another caught him in the solar plexus as he bucked and flailed. He felt something in his chest crack, felt a white hot bolt of pain as his arms were twisted and jerked. 
 
 *Clunk. * 
 
 `` I'm sorry, I just needed to grab my Emily.'' 
 
 Convulsively, Harley grabbed at his chest, but the pain was only a yellow streak in his memory. When the woman looked at him oddly, he forced a smile to his face. `` Oh, you startled me.'' They both chuckled at that and then she turned to make her way down the aisle back to her seat. 
 
 Harley pressed the attendant call button. His heart was thudding like a running horse, but he forced himself to sit still. Darting glances out the window showed the serene clouds. 
 
 `` Sir?'' 
 
 `` You have to listen to me,'' his voice rose sharply and Harley stopped as he saw other passengers shoot glances his way. `` You have to listen,'' he said again, his voice shaking, but not as loud. `` One of the engines is going to explode. It's going to take out half the wing. You have to tell the pilots to start losing altitude, right now.'' 
 
 The attendant took a step back, his body stiffening. `` Sir, I think you need to -'' 
 
 `` Shut the fuck up and listen to me!'' Harley shouted, his composure splintering, `` This plane is about to go down!'' Around him, gasps of alarm rose from the other passengers. The attendant squared his shoulders and Harley saw his hands clench... 
 
 *Clunk. * 
 
 `` I'm sorry, I just needed to grab my Emily.'' 
 
 *Clunk. * 
 
 `` I'm sorry.'' 
 
 *Clunk. * 
 
 *Clunk. * 
 
 *Clunk. * 
 

