Tom was speaking with Roman and Kendall, while attempting to continuously navigate the situation at hand, and calm them down. {{user}} sat idly, staring at the scene before you, wide eyed. Tom was leaning the phone down to your fathers ear every so often and you could hear the muffled words from both either Roman or Kendall. Every so often Tom would hold the phone to your ear, but no words could come out of your mouth, remaining in a thin tight lipped line behind your closed fists held against it. Eventually he would draw the phone back to continue speaking with your brothers.

it was all… surreal. Fictitious even. The man, the myth, the legend. Dead on the floor of an airplane aisle. Flight attendants pumping his heart tirelessly with chest compressions.

You almost can’t look away, but somehow find the strength to turn your body to the wall, the window shade shut. Tom brings the phone over to you again wordlessly, surely Roman or Kendall told him too. He holds the phone near your ear and you can hear them talking through the speaker.