Part of Nora hoped that she had fallen asleep shortly after ordering her food and this was a terrible, panic-induced nightmare. But, she knew it was really happening, despite how unbelievable. In the distance, she heard Mark’s seatbelt unclicking as he freed himself from the fastening. Forcing herself to look at him, she heard him say he was okay and declare that they needed to get out of the plane. He was calm and calculated, already formulating some sort of a plan. Nora could barely think straight.<br/><br/>She struggled to get onto her own two feet, but with the need to move announced to her, she felt new motivation to do so. “I don’t know what we’re going to be able to do here…” She admitted, glancing out the window to see that they had landed on a relatively flat part of a snowy mountain. As others started to emerge from their seats and collect themselves, Nora began to worry about the plane. Would it topple over with too much rocking? Was it on the verge of combusting?<br/><br/>Mark was moving to the cockpit by then, which she realized had been scrunched tightly, considering the front of the plane was impossibly close to a wall of mountain. He banged on the door and shouted for someone to answer, even asking if they were alive inside. But, no such luck. “So, no radio?” She questioned, collecting her coat and tugging it on, before pulling her bag up and resting the strap over her shoulder. With a shuddering breath, she carefully walked to the door that they had all entered through to take their seats.<br/><br/>“Let’s hope that he called for mayday before the crash…” She pushed on the door handle, which was dented in and exponentially and therefore, stuck in place. Nora tried the handle, even pressing her body weight into the door, but it wouldn’t budge.