~6:34 pm~

"MAYDAY, MAYDAY!! SEND US HELP!!"

There was no answer.

Come on, you can do this, John Dory....

John Dory, who was at the pilot's seat, gripped onto the control wheel with both hands, trying his best to pull the wheel towards him.

Just pull the control wheel harder to stop the jet....from falling...so rapidly. 

Put some strength into it, bro. 

He tried his best to pull the wheel towards him.

Save us...

But he couldn't.

The weight of the control wheel made it harder for him to move it towards him, making his arms ached the more he pulled on it.

He then faced his four, younger brothers who were at the passengers' seats in panic mode. Bruce and Clay were arguing and fighting each other, Floyd was holding onto his chair in panic, and Branch was holding onto Floyd's hand.

"OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH!!!" Floyd said, holding onto his chest, breathing loud and hard.

"YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" Clay shouted.

"I'M SORRY!!!" Bruce said.

"AAHHHHH!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!" Branch screamed.

John Dory pressed the button again. "SEND US HELP!!! ANYONE!!! SEND US HELP!!!"

There was no answer, except there were crackling noises from the radio.

Now John Dory tried his best not to panic in front of his brothers, although He just couldn't. His hands shook while he held onto the jet's control wheel. He was breathing pretty hard, and his eyes began to burn as he blinked back the tears. 

He couldn't let his brothers see him like this. He had to be brave for his brothers and for himself as he felt responsible for this incident to happen.....