Are where I'm going.
Thank you, preson who cares, that hit the spot.
I'm way up high in the air. On an airplane, of course.
Oh shit. There's a problem.
I have to say, M, if you ever read this: your rules don't work for me. He's on the goddamn plane, puppeteering a few people, including at least one stewardess, like he did with those guys on Halloween.
The kid behind me noticed him, and I think an old lady a few seats in front of me also - she glanced in his direction and started praying.
Damn, the hammer had to go the luggage hold.
Keep dem fingers crossed.