[ WP ] As the plane plummeted to its certain destruction , one want-to-be serial killer realized they would never get the chance to kill . In the ensuing panic all around , they strangle and kill their seat mate unnoticed . Suddenly , the plane averts disaster and is able to restore normal flight .

Just. Stay. Calm. 
 
 I have n't done anything wrong. Thank God the pilot regained control of the plane, right? This will make for a good story, wo n't it? 
 
 I'm going to jail, are n't I? 
 
 Some people are crying, some people are laughing - out of either relief or hysteria, or perhaps both - and some people have already gone back to their phones or magazines. 
 
 There are a few unconscious people on board, though, who fainted when the plane started dropping out of the sky. It makes me sigh in relief; at least now I can just say that he fainted. 
 
 I do n't dare look over at him, because I know exactly what I'm going to see. A slightly bruised neck, his head hanging forward. Is his tongue hanging out of his mouth? He might have hit his neck on the seat, or his head might have hit against the seat in front of him. I did n't see it, I was too busy screaming! 
 
 Just. Stay. Calm. 
 
 It's been a few minutes since things cooled down and the flight attendants are handing out napkins to people whose drinks spilled on themselves. One of them is walking towards me. 
 
 `` Aw, did he faint too?'' She gives me an innocent grin and I nod in return, gently taking the napkin from her hand and wiping Diet Coke off the pages of my book. `` Yeah, y-yeah. I think he hit his head.'' 
 
 `` Well, we'll make sure to see him to the hospital when he lands. I'm sure he'll be fine! Nobody on board was seriously injured.'' Nobody was injured, but somebody died. 
 
 I ca n't even stand to look at my hands. Are my fingerprints on his neck? Can they find skin cells around my fingers? I did n't even think I'd survive! I think even the sanest person in the world would have to agree that what I did was n't wrong, right? We were going to die anyway! 
 
 We were going to die until we were n't anymore and now they're going to find out that I'm a murderer. I ca n't do this. I ca n't go through with this. I raise a hand. 
 
 `` Sir, do you need something?'' `` If you have any available, just some... some of the chicken. I'm hungry again after I lost my...'' I gesture to a doggie bag on the ground and she nods, walking off to get my meal. Nobody else here is crazy enough to want to eat after that. 
 
 I twiddle my thumbs for a few minutes before taking the plate eagerly when the flight attendant returns with a plate of terrible airline chicken and a form and knife. I take a bite and smile at her just to calm her nerves, waiting until she's walked off to spit it into the doggie bag. 
 
 `` Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry for the disturbance. Texting while driving also applies to airplanes, it seems.'' A few people laugh, but most of us are too tired. `` We have resumed our path to Jackson, Mississippi and will land in forty minutes.'' 
 
 I have forty minutes. I grip the knife in my hand, tapping it against my seat-down tray. Nobody else can know what happened here tonight. I killed him, because the plane was going down. The plane is going down. 
 
 I slip the handle of the knife in my sleeve and hold the blade in my fingers to conceal it as I stand, walking towards the cockpit. 
 
 This plane is going down.
