Narrow confines didn't make Zoey feel comfortable.  The warmth of so many bodies pressed together, plus the acrid smell of ozone only told her that things were going from bad to worse.  She'd followed the instructions, not at all pleased she'd had a rifle trained at her, and now she could almost sense everyone around her, desperate to find out what was going on.  Wild speculation was already going on, people trying to be the first to know some trivial piece of information that would do them no good.  It was sad, really, given how people tended to panic when herded together, and even Zoey had to admit that she felt a bit of that panic rise.<br/><br/>Then the plane decided to counter this by suddenly dropping out from under them, only to once more come back.<br/><br/>Zoey slammed into the deck, wincing as her chest hit the deck.  The obvious problem with being a female in such a situation became painfully obvious, and her arm hurt as well.  Pain had a tendency to make some sluggish, so it was only by force of will that Zoey picked herself up and leaned on the wall of the plane, grabbing hold to keep from dropping again.  The lights were flickering, which wasn't a good sign since that meant they could lose power entirely and drop from the sky.  That would not be a pleasant ending to her evening or her life, so she tried thinking happy thoughts, like rainbows and kittens, only to find that bored her.  So she started counting the Fibonacci sequence.<em>1... 1... 2... 3... 5... 8... 13... 21... 34... 55... 89... 144... 233...</em><br/><br/>The plane hit turbulence before she could get much further, the lights going out and staying out a few more seconds before returning, and not all of them doing so.  The engines got louder, indicating they were going faster, which made her worried.  Were they trying to get through the storm quicker?  Or was this some insane pilot who was in a hurry to get rid of them?  Neither prospect sounded ideal, especially of they crashed.  Once more, her mind turned to Fibonacci.<br/><br/>She made it almost twice as far before a wave of vertigo swept over her, and she gripped the wall harder.<em>Fuck fuck fuck!</em>she thought, desperately searching her pockets and realizing she'd left something critical back in her room.  She tried to get the guard's attention, "Excuse me!  I have to get my medicine from my room, right now."