My heart stops.

My blood freezes.

Screams of pain burning me from the inside without being able to find the way to my mouth.

I'm frozen to the wheel box that contains the most horrible things that my eyes can bear.

I'm nauseous, I hurt, I'm cold, I do not want ... no, I will not.

Devastated by the impossible, sobs invade my throat and expel the way, my cries devastating flames.

Theo, slumped in the cockpit, slightly tilted his head back to rest comfortably on the headrest, alerted by my screaming, stands up awkwardly. He plants his glassy eyes in what's left of mine and difficult to articulate "Wait...