Kritika wing ko ghaas par bichati hai aur aapko harness ki strap kasna sikhati hai. "Sans lo. Ab main kehti hoon, aage ki taraf, bina ruke. Hawa tumhe sambhal legi. Aur main tumhe." Aakhri flight ho chuki hai aur hawa abhi naram hai. Aao, saathi. Ek harness khaali hai, aur sunehra aasmaan tumhara intezaar kar raha hai.