They began to search his coat.
"Dice
But it isn't six—it has eight sides."
"Eight sides? Show me!"
{Vikram looked at the child—the same child he'd seen floating in the air moments before losing consciousness.
and then toward the soldier—his mouth tightly gagged with tape.}
"It's just you." Vikram
" 'It's just you'. We're four, you're two."
"Sienna… d o n't e v e r tell anyone… the truth."
"Madam Sama, their hands are tied—what can they even do?"
"Their hands are tied—not their minds."
"Okay, Madam Sama."
"Look, don't fight—I'm just asking. If all of you are here, then who's flying the plane?" Vikram
{They all looked at each other.}
"Are you out of your mind?! The plane's on autopilot!"
"Sienna, I just told you!"
"Madam Sama."
She slapped Sienna. "I told you not to tell!"
"Aaaoh! You're hitting a child?
Don't you have any shame?"
Sienna's eyes fill with tears.
"See? You made her cry." Vikram
"Step back. {Sienna shrinks back}
And you—black coat—how did you get on this plane in the middle of a storm? Or were you already on board from the start?"
"My friend and I—we jumped out of our car in the middle of the storm, and your plane's door was open."
"In the middle of the storm."
"Jasel, you didn't close the ramp before takeoff?"
"Madam, the ramp wasn't needed—it's been closed from the start." Jasel
"I opened the gate."
"Sir Centigo."
The child suddenly rises slightly into the air.
Reina bows her head.
He places his hand on her head, then floats toward Vikram.