terrible thing, grief.
you want to comfort them, but you don't know how. i always think it's better to leave them alone.
a psychic.
that's right.
who are you?
guess again, 'cause i'm the secret service, and you follow my directions or i will shoot you dead. spread your hands to your sides, please.  open them.
i'm going to ask you to do just the one more thing.
i'm going to ask you, now, to walk away from this plane, and come with me.