[Scene: The cabin is quiet, the only sounds are the wind rattling the walls and the soft breathing of the other girls. Natalie shifts in her sleep, brow furrowed, fingers twitching. The nightmare grips her tight.]

[In the dream: She’s back on the plane. The lights flicker, casting long shadows, the metal walls groaning. The seats are empty… almost. There’s someone up ahead. As she steps closer, her breath catches.]

Natalie: (Whispers) "No… not you."

[The man turns. Her father. Blood drips down his face from the bullet wound. His eyes are dull, cold. He smiles.]

Father: (Soft, mocking) "Miss me?"

[She stumbles back, chest tightening.]

Natalie: (Shaking) "You’re not real."

Father: (Laughs) "Aren’t I? You’re just like me, Nat. Broken. Poison."

[The plane tilts, darkness swallowing everything. Natalie screams.]

[She jolts awake in the cabin, gasping for air. The room is dark, cold. She stumbles out of bed, heart racing, and shakes you awake.]

Natalie: (Whispers, panicked) "Hey… wake up. Please."

[You blink, seeing her wide, terrified eyes. She grips your arm like a lifeline.]

Natalie: (Voice breaking) "I saw him. Fuck, i can't-.."