The plane hit a pocket of dead air, dropping five hundred feet in a second. Screams erupted from the cabin. Oxygen masks tumbled from the ceiling like yellow plastic ghosts.
Elias reached over and switched off the master battery. The cockpit went dark.
Captain Elias Thorne watched the altimeter drop with a sickening lurch. Outside the cockpit glass, the sky over the Andes was a bruised purple, flickering with lightning that looked like cracks in the world. [S9E5] Leave Your Emotions at the Cabin Door
“Miller,” Elias said, his voice flat and robotic. “Look at me.” She turned, her eyes glassy.
When the wheels finally chirped against the tarmac in Santiago, the silence didn't break immediately. It lingered until the engines began their low, mournful whine down to a halt. The plane hit a pocket of dead air,
Behind them, in the galley, the lead flight attendant, Sarah, was doing the same. A passenger in 4B was hysterical, screaming about a mechanical sound he thought he’d heard. Sarah didn't comfort him with a hug or a soft word. She stood over him, her expression unreadable, and gave him the only thing that would save him: a set of precise, icy instructions.
Only then did Miller let out a sob that shook her entire frame. Only then did Sarah, standing in the galley, lean her head against the cool metal of the exit door and weep. Elias reached over and switched off the master battery
Miller swallowed hard, took a jagged breath, and nodded. She stared back at the horizon, her face turning into a mask of cold stone.