[ WP ] A secretly schizophrenic commercial airline pilot does n't take his anti-psychotics . The voices convince him to fly his packed Boeing 747 to the sun , so he does

`` What do these levers do?'' Allie said as she reached forward with a small eager hand. 
 
 `` Ah, do n't touch,'' Captain Peterson said lightly, waving away Allie's hand. 
 
 Allie frowned, looking at Peterson with the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster. 
 
 `` Peterson?'' Co-pilot Johnson asked. `` Are you okay?'' 
 
 Peterson looked over to Johnson and nodded, giving a light smile. He had almost given Allie away. If Johnson had known that there was a little girl in the cockpit, he would throw a fit. It would cost Peterson his job. 
 
 Peterson looked back at Allie, shooting her a disappointed look that said, *I need you to be quiet*. 
 
 `` I'm fine,'' Peterson said, after returning his gaze to the controls, `` just thought I heard something from the back.'' 
 
 Johnson nodded and shrugged. He no longer appeared to be worried. `` How's the wife? Have n't heard you say much about her lately.'' 
 
 Peterson swallowed. `` She's, uh, you know, it's been a bit rough lately. We're just going through a rough patch.'' 
 
 *Have you been taking your pills? * 
 
 `` Oh, sorry bud, everyone goes through that.'' Johnson replied. 
 
 `` Yeah?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I mean, me and Lorena, we have n't been seeing eye-to-eye either, ya know.'' 
 
 `` Really?'' 
 
 `` She's been giving me shit about Choony,'' 
 
 `` Choony?'' Peterson interjected. 
 
 `` Yeah, our dog, I've told you about him,'' 
 
 `` Oh, yeah, I remember.'' 
 
 Allie leaned forward onto Peterson's shoulder, resting her chin right beside his cheek. `` Daddy, I thought you said we were going to get a puppy. He's got one.'' 
 
 `` I told you we'd talk about it later,'' Peterson said aloud. 
 
 `` Huh?'' Johnson asked. 
 
 `` The dog, I meant, when it last got brought up, we had to shelve it,'' Peterson quickly recovered, `` what kind of dog was it? I do n't think we talked about that. What's his name again?'' 
 
 `` Oh,'' Johnson said, `` it's a corgi. Little fucker's name is Choony.'' 
 
 `` That's a cute name!'' Allie screamed loudly in Peterson's ear, causing him to wince. 
 
 `` Little shit,'' Johnson continued, `` he's made a habit of fucking and blowing his load into Lorena's slippers in the morning,'' Johnson paused, and then chuckled to himself, `` I really need to get the fucker neutered, but hell, if Lorena wo n't take my load, she might as well take his.'' 
 
 `` What's a load?'' Allie asked. 
 
 Peterson laughed nervously. He raised his shoulder, trying to remove Allie from his side. She sighed and went to sit in the back of the cockpit. 
 
 `` Anyways,'' Johnson continued, `` the wife?'' 
 
 `` Ahh, Jean,'' Peterson spoke softly. 
 
 *Why the fuck are n't you taking your pills? * 
 
 `` She had been riding me lately about my medication,'' Peterson said. 
 
 `` Meds?'' Johnson replied. He was still sitting back in his seat relaxed, but Peterson knew that he had to recover again. 
 
 `` Yeah, did n't I tell you? Been having some problems with acid reflux, it's a killer,'' Peterson said, using one hand to gesture at his chest. 
 
 `` Ohhh, buddy, I know how that is. Lorena, man, she loves to make these Mexican dishes, enchiladas with chile sauce,'' 
 
 `` Daddy, I want enchiladas!'' 
 
 `` Shh,'' Peterson said, realizing too late that he shushed out loud. 
 
 `` What?'' Johnson asked. 
 
 `` Uh, you hear anything funny?'' Peterson said, gesturing back towards the cockpit door. 
 
 Johnson turned in his seat. `` I was n't really paying attention. You think it's Maddie fucking one of the passengers again? I swear to God if I catch her pulling that side-shit again,'' 
 
 Peterson chuckled, `` you should probably check on that. Maybe snap a pic.'' 
 
 Johnson smiled. He got out of his seat, kicking Allie in the face. Peterson frowned. 
 
 `` I'll be back, do you want anything from the carts while I'm out there?'' 
 
 `` A juice box!'' Allie said, still rubbing her cheek from where she had been kicked. 
 
 `` Juice,'' Peterson responded. 
 
 `` Juice?'' Johnson asked. 
 
 `` Just having a craving.'' 
 
 Johnson shrugged. `` I'll see what they have,'' he said as he opened the door and exited. 
 
 Peterson quickly stood, being careful while stepping over his daughter. He made his way to the back of the cockpit and locked the door. He had to tell Allie to quit misbehaving and to let daddy do his job. 
 
 He sat back down in his seat, and Allie climbed into Johnson's seat. 
 
 `` Daddy, I'm cold,'' Allie said softly. 
 
 Peterson looked at her, seeing that blood was slowly dripping from her nose. 
 
 `` Honey,'' he said, wiping at her nose with his index finger, `` do n't get that on Johnson's seat. See if your mother has a kleenex,'' he continued, pointing to the back of the cockpit. 
 
 He turned in his seat to look, and there he saw Jean. She was wearing a white sundress that had been stained red with blood. Her arms had been cut off with a dull carving knife. Bits of flesh on her shoulder peeked out from the straps of the dress, frayed and still oozing. 
 
 Peterson jumped in his seat, letting out a small yelp. 
 
 `` It's cold in here,'' he heard Jean say. 
 
 She slowly walked forward, her broken kneecap twisting inward with each step. It had to be broken. There was no other way she'd fit. 
 
 `` It's so cold,'' she continued. 
 
 As she got closer, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, making Peterson want to gag. He turned to face forward, putting his hands onto the controls. His palms were sweating profusely. He pulled them back from the controls and wiped at his pants until they dried, but no matter how much he wiped, they still felt wet. 
 
 He looked down and saw that they were dripping blood. There was blood all over his uniform. He wiped at his shirt, doing his best to get the blood off, but it would n't stop. His hands were stained red and he instantly got the feeling that the blood would never come off no matter how much water he used. 
 
 `` Daddy,'' Allie whispered. 
 
 `` Yes?!'' Peterson yelled. 
 
 `` How long do we have to stay in the freezer?'' 
 
 `` I, I, I do n't know.'' 
 
 `` Can you make it warmer?'' 
 
 `` Yes,'' Peterson whispered. `` Daddy can do that.'' 
 
 The plane began to ascend.
