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"Why?" asks Anon, tugging at his suit's collar, before returning to lock eyes with Windy, still hyperventilating in his gag, "It's the heat."

>Louder bangs comes from the cockpit door now
>"Ah-non! Ah-non, whats going on in there??"
>"Nonny is this a prank? I loOooOoove a good prank, but you're really scaring everypony out here! I know its fun to be scared sometimes but.."

You're fully strapped in now, still several thousand feet of clearance to work with for this next part. You only hope that nopony actually follows through on what you're about to say.

"Captain says: Put. Your hooves.. over your eyes." you intone ominously, "Jump out.. of the plane."

>Twilight and Rarity both gasp, momentarily losing hold over the plane
>Rainbow unbuckles herself and floats next to her, "Twi! Maybe I can go out there and do something?? I don't know, try and push the plane back up??"
>"NO!" Twi screams, "If you open the emergency door, the pressure would suck anypony not strapped in out and all the oxygen with it!"
>"Then teleport me out! We have to do something!!"
>Twilight looks outside the window and begins furiously scratching at her mane thinking through the calculations of her mind,
>"Even if you could keep up with the speed of descent, there's no way we could make this thing weightless enough from in here to allow you to push it back upright. I need you and Fluttershy to go up and down the rows to make sure everypony is secured and okay."
>Fluttershy cringes from her seat but nods, unbuckling and floating her way down the aisles.
>"Rarity, we've got to try again, we might be able to slow down the descent to at least minimize the impact"
>They both nod and begin focusing their magic into their horns again.

You are gripping the yoke with strain now, not that it's hard to bring a plane down, but getting it to just such an angle that it feels out of control.

The smell of ammonia reaches your nostrils with a slight frown you look over at Windy, who has soiled his seat quietly sobbing at the sight of the ground coming into view past the cloud cover.

A quick glance over your shoulder and you see there are now noticeable indents where Applejack's hooves have started bucking at the door.
>"Ah-non, for Celestia's sake open this door! Ah may not know how to fly this contraption but I can still buck some sense into ya if that's what it takes!"

Altimeter reads 13,000 ft.
You take a hand off the yoke for one final transmission into the mic,

"There is. No. Pilot."

>"Ah-non!"
>Bang. Bang. Bang.
10,000 ft.

"You. Are not. Alone."

>"AH-NON!!"
>"NONNY!!!"
8,000 ft.