The officer walked towards her hiding spot with fury in his face, just like he had before. But she didn't step forward this time. "Who in the hell are you?" he yelled when he found her behind the cargo box.

She was back at the beginning of the hour, the moment she first came on board. This strange fragment of time was somehow stuck on repeat, and Ava realized with sickening certainty that if she didn't fix it, she'd be stuck, too--caught in the loop of an impossible reality. "I have to get to the cockpit," she muttered.

The officer raised an eyebrow at her request. "Do you, now? And where'd your friend go? How did you two get on board?" Ava didn't have a response for that, so she stepped around him without offering one. "Hold your horses," he said in a low voice. She heard the distinctive sound of a pistol being cocked, and turned around to see the raised barrel nearly at her nose.