5/18/07:Altitude 4700ft-West Germany-1235 hours(12:30 P.M.)

“What?!” Dana turned around and saw no one sitting in the pilot’s seat. Dana ran to the cockpit and she saw Harold on the floor shaking. “Harold? Harold? Harold!” His name changed from a question to a yell. He felt his neck for a pulse but there wasn’t one.

She sat him up and slapped him, lightly at first but then hard enough that he felt it and opened his eyes. He placed his hand on his cheek, looked at Dana and said, “What happened? Where am I?”

Dana looked at Dufy, who was hovering over her, “Take him to the back.” Dufy picked him up took him to the back and the plane rattle. Dana looked up, “Anyone know how to fly a plane?” She received negative looks. “I take it that’s a no.”

“I read a book on flying a plane one time. Said something about pedals or something.”

“Do you think you can fly the plane?”

“No!”

“You’re very helpful Heart Breaker.” Dana sat in the pilot’s seat. “Okay what are these pedals for?”

Heart Breaker looked at Dana’s feet. “Those are the steering pedals. Tap the one on the left to go left and tap the one on the right to go right. Duh.”

“So then what’s this thing for,” Dana asked putting her hands on the steering wheel in front of her.

“That’s a yoke, pull it up to go down and push it down to go up. Also, turn it left when pushing the right pedal to go right and vise versa. At least that’s what I think the book said. You have to ask that dude.”

“Okay, I think we’re just going straight. So all that other stuff you told me was useless, unless we’re turning left later or something.” Dufy walked in. “What happened.”

“It seems to me that he had a panic attack. He told me that when he doesn’t take his pills and that happens. He’s asleep.”

“Did he say where we’re going?”

“Yeah. He said to keep going straight and to radio in the base in about an hour. Radio number 0334.”

“What time is it now?”