The aircraft was a blur. Fire engulfed the starboard engine cowling. The flame flickered across the top of the wing. The flight crew struggled to keep the aircraft level. Hamza could feel the aircraft attempt to bank to the right and then slowly pull back up. IF allowed, it would flip over and go into a flipping spiral toward the ocean. If that happened, no one would survive. As fine a job as the crew were doing to keep the aircraft level, it was still losing altitude.<br/><br/>Hamza checked his watch. He knew what time the aircraft was due into Heathrow and he knew what time the aircraft took off at JFK International. With this information, he was able to plot the aircraft's general location. He estimated the aircraft was still at least 600 miles west of Ireland. Although this was a high traffic route for merchant marine craft, there was no guarantee one or more would be present at this very moment to witness a Boeing 787 burning into the Atlantic Ocean.<br/><br/>The  Ocean? Oh crap, that's another problem. This time of year, the surface temperature of the water is around 13 to 14 degrees Celsius (55 - 57 F). At 12.22 degrees Celsius a human being would die in less than two minutes due to Hypotheermia. The temperature would cause a rapid reduction in body temperature, which would then cause uncontrolled movement of the limbs and loss of control of bodily functions. Even though the temperature of the water is one or two degrees higher, it does not mean hypothermia won't set in, it only means, it will take longer. This means, that once the aircraft hits the water, some form of flotation device needs to be ready for any survivors to get into. Otherwise, anyone left in the water will be dead inside of five or ten minutes.<br/><br/>Hamza bowed his head, gave a quick prayer to Allah and looked up. He glanced about the cabin looking for anything that would be useful. He knew he had only a few minutes to gather anything, assuming he survived. Any number or all of these people could die, especially if they don't unbuckle their seats immediately. He quickly reviewed the safety data sheet in the pocket in front of him. He realized, he would need to make it to the starboard exit ahead of him in first class. He looked up to see the exit and caught the eye of the drunken woman he noticed earlier. They stared at one another briefly. Hamza now knew, he needed to get to that exit, open the door and activate the air inflated crash slide. It would double as a life raft for any survivors. Apparently other survival gear would be present in this ramp/life raft. Hamza knew they were going down. Now, he needed to survive the next several minutes before the Boeing 787 impacted with the water. Although, he was not concerned about any of the other passengers, he bowed his head and prayed to Allah.