I pull myself together, ripping back clarity like a slap in the face, urgency flooding me as I get to grips with how bad this is, and I start clawing to get out--at my belt, holding me captive to this damn seat, with hysteria-driven motions and losing the ability to be able to coordinate my fingers. I'm shaking so badly that I start fumbling and feeling around, taking shallow gasps as tears flood my eyes and blur my vision. I become more alert by the second, yet with it comes my unbridled fear of what's happening and how bad this is. Genuine terror is taking over and slowing my ability...