The flight below is nothing but darkness. You can still hear him. "It's too late, you know. They've already found God. And He'll find you too." The air tastes like rust. You hear the sickening snap of bone and the crumpling of his body. The lights flicker and burst in plumes of glistening dust. It's beautiful, in a way. You're not sure if it's the falling shadows or the glass in your eyes but--