i allow myself 5 minutes of intense panic before slapping myself to get my shit together.
firstly, i chew through the flat tire to get a makeshift parachute. secondly, i feed the book through the flat tire so it has some stability at the top. lastly, i put the frog in my pocket, open the cabin door, briefly pray to any god listening and jump shortly before the plane explodes. my autistic ass is suffering from severe, previously unknown levels of overstimulation, and i shit myself the entire way through the atmosphere back to land. i survived and so did the frog. and i swore to never fly again. the end.