DoubleHelix

April 3, 2014: I and my crew are one of two factions aboard an airplane which is lost due to someone intentionally scrambling the original navigation start position and then making large, frequent unrecorded heading changes. I trust myself and my crew, but not the other faction.

We fly past a deli I recognize and I think I know where I am, but I’m not sure since the direction of flight is still unknown. I want to sleep but I don’t fully trust anyone who might be awake to make decisions or notify me of any maneuvers or position fixes made while I sleep. I wake.