Things were looking uncertain at this point. The plane's movement was slowly degrading, as flying speed slowed down drastically. The plane began shaking violently to either side, and the luggage compartments were forcing themselves open at each twist, throwing luggage everywhere and hitting a few people. Murphy kept his arms up, shielding his head from anything that happened to come from above.<br/><br/>"Keep your head down! Cover your head!" He yelled out to everyone that could hear him. As soon as he had said that, fewer people seemed to be getting shamelessly bashed with flying luggage, minus the people that had already been knocked unconscious, or worse.<br/><br/>After what seemed like minutes, the oxygen masks popped out of their holsters above. Murphy had some difficulties the last few breaths, but he was still getting some oxygen. After successfully dodging a camera flying in his area, he quickly grabbed the mask and tightened it onto his face. The poor passenger next to him was being bombarded by small objects as she tried to reach for her mask, but it was knocked to one side every time. With good timing, he grabbed hers, shielding her for a moment. He pulled her mask down and helped her place it onto her face, getting it just tight enough...<br/><br/>Murphy saw it coming half a second before it made contact. In covering and protecting the woman next to him, he failed to keep his head completely down, exposing it to anything that might come whizzing past the seats. A bag of marbles was flying right towards him and he couldn't do anything about it.<span style="font-style: italic">"Looks like someone lost their marbles this flight. Ironic!"</span>His last thoughts before the bag crashed into his face, knocking him back into his seat, slumped over as consciousness left his body the moment the bag made its impact.