You are cramped inside a teensy, tiny jet—chest pressed tightly into the back of the
person in front of you, someone else pressed just as close behind. Everyone is dressed
in identical red and black jumpsuits, sitting on the floor in single file. To see anything
ahead, you have to awkwardly peek over a stranger’s shoulder. As the engine roars to
life, a timer with bright red numbers begins ticking down from ten minutes.