Early Mornings in Los Angeles

Ouch, the floor is cold.

I hold Johanna as we hurdle through the sky. We're dead but atleast we had a chill life.
Actually, I'm enjoying this -- it's a cool way to die. It's so lit.

So I dab as I curl up into a ball and embrace my empty future. Johanna has stopped screaming and she's holding something now. She looks up, firing a small object that attaches to the plane. She grabs me and we launch so high up into the sky and back into the plane.

Ouch, the floor is freezing. I scramble to my feet with my sick-as DC shoes and I sprint to where I sat. Angus is gone, and I sprint to the back of the room where the toilets are.

Yuck, but Oscar is holding a gun to Angus' head. Eliza sits next to him, tilting her head whilst giggling. These two remind me of The Joker and Harley Quinn.