Day 5

Good morning!

We've been waiting for you several days now. We...

thought something awful might have happened...

- You don't have to worry about me, Terence.

- Oh! But you are one of the Seven. I mean, we”...

What future do we have without you?

- By that math? A future with just Six, I guess.

Hi! What's it like out there?

We were told they'd be cleansed after the fifth day,

but we're still seeing them.

People don't like confronting death...

They get a little rambunctious.

Wait you're, seeing them? Is everyone still inside?

- Yes, of course. I only meant outside the windows.

Okay.

80... Have we done well?

Have we earned our place in the Ark?

You have done so well.

But I'm afraid that ship has sailed.

Always rambunctious.

Perfect!

- Do you know how hard it is to find a good pilot these days?

I can't hear you!

- Do you how hard it is to find a good pilot these days?

- I suppose it would be tough to find any pilot.

Exactly!

- What are you doing? - I've found another one.

Do we need another one?

It can't hurt.

You know planes have two pilots, right?

In case one dies.

Move!

- Sorry for this but... you guys are the difference

between two hours to Jacksonville and 20.

- What's in Jacksonville? Wife? Kids? Favorite uncle?

- Our sister. - Shut up, Ez!

Just get us in the goddamn air!

- Look, if you really wanted to help her, you'll let us go.

There are bigger things at stake here.

What if he's right, Vinny? What if...

- What if I grow feathers and I start shitting eggs?

Just shut up and let me handle this, alright? Jesus!

Alright, Come on! Let's keep it moving! Come on!

Don't!

By the smell of you, you'll burn us all up.

Don't worry, I've muted the mic.

Aidan.

Ellis.

How's it feel to be a commodity?

- Isn't that why we learned how to fly? To feel special?

Oh wait, no, I know, it was...

It was for the women.

Definitely the women.

No matter what happens we've got to get this plane headed west.

That's where all the answers are.

They're not going to know the difference until we hit the ground.

Yeah, and when they do...

Pretty sure the little angry one will shoot us out of spite.

There's another way, my friend.

Another way?

Bracing ourselves.

Statistically speaking...

the cockpit is the worst place to be in a plane crash.

Oh, my God!

Oh, Fuck!

Hey! Anybody awake?

I'll take that...

You know, a couple of days ago...

they would have just been unconscious. But...

Unconscious is... the new dead.

- They were just trying to see their family...

I'll put 'em on my tab.

Well, we can't stand around here crying.

We gotta find new rides. Come on.

So you're following the bodies west, eh?

Made it out west myself. Out to the Frontier,

like... like cowboys.

- If we're both going west, why don't we...

carpool or plane-pool or whatever the shit you call it.

- Well... We're headed the same direction

but not looking for the same thing.

I'm looking for a nice quiet place to sleep.

You gotta be kidding me, right?

- I don't suppose you have not heard of the

"Sandman's Oasis". It's the newest of them.

Rumors of a... Safe Sleep Zone.

- Rumors? - Well, reports, technically.

On the AP wire.

A little inconsistent, save for the one detail that they say,

you can sleep there.

Anyway, those rumors, they...

They got me out of Sydney.

Sixteen hours later, I touched down in Madagascar.

This little town called Toamasina.

But all I found there... were bodies.

As far as you could see.

Rows of corpses just lying there, on the sidewalks, on the streets,

Even on the beach. Right down to the water.

And everything...was dead. Except the sharks.

Hammerheads...

they'd come in at high tide for a surprise feast.

They really believed someone would save them.

Why?

Maybe they were just desperate.

Yeah. Maybe.

You know, it just...

it just felt like there was something there.

I'm gonna just stick with science.

Well, your loss.

I'm gonna be snoozing at the Oasis before you know it.

Well there's always an open invite if you get bored...

or if you just decide a myth's just more fun.

Stay awake, Aidan.

You too. Stay awake, Ellis.

- I did hear one interesting rumor though...

Some place that was somehow unaffected...

Safe sleep zone...

Rumors about a safe sleep zone...

They really believe... Someone would save them.

Why? Stay awake Ellis...

Seemed like there was something to it.

Stay awake Ellis.

- ...really believed that I could fix this.

Sun will be out soon.

Least I got three companions to share it with.

Goodnight, guys.

What are you doing?

Looking for Ellis.

Why would he be under the bed?

- You wouldn't believe the shit I've found under my bed.

- Doesn't make any sense. Unless he found something. Right?

I mean, you just take the time...

to record a suicide note and then up and leave,

unless you find something.

It's pretty rude.

- Well, he could have all the answers on the planet,

but... he's not here.

Come on! Get up! Get up Jake!

That came on quick.

Yeah, get some air, huh? Alright?

- We got sleep, right? - Yeah, yeah.

We got 10 minutes of awful sleep.

And it's too early for another dose of the drug.

- Even without that, we should be able to go

another four or five days, right?

In controlled, clinical settings, yes.

But running around, slamming drugs, dodging psychos...

It's pretty safe to say we're working on a different spectrum here.

How long of a spectrum are we talking?

As long as we can.

But we need to be extra careful how we exert ourselves going forward.

Well, I already feel like shit,

and Sam looks like he's aged a year in the last hour.

- We should eat. Regain some strength.

Then we'll figure out how to find him.

These stayed fresh!

We missed CatCon.

- I did not realize... there was a demand for cat conventions.

Eight years' worth.

And that's just the Southwest edition.

- We were just begging for an apocalypse, weren't we?

- Oh Cool. this cat can meow like Bob Dylan...

- Call me when one can do a decent Axl Rose.

I can smell the guests.

Hey, what do you think smells worse, the people or the cats?

- There's a pussy joke in there somewhere, I know it.

Hey!

Hey! You alright?

As alright as I'm gonna be.

I think.

No, I mean...

Look, I hate to be the one to say it, but...

You think it's time to consider going back to Dr. Evil's lair?

If we can't find Ellis, at least there we stand a chance.

Maybe with all the creepy bald dudes

and the gun fire, and the experimenting on children,

your girlfriend pulling a gun on us, it might not seem an ideal place, but...

Nope. Never mind, I just talked myself out of it.

- We'll go back. When we find something better.

For now... let's just find Ellis.

Relationships are tough.

It's just a joke.

Blood.

Fuck!

No, this isn't where the trail... ends, this is where it begins.

- Oh shit! It's one of those things, isn't it?

What did the Padre call them? Introverts?

- Incubus. A sleep demon. A male one at least.

A female would be called a Succubus.

- I dated one of those once. Sucked my bank account dry.

You had money once?

- No. Come to think of it, She wasn't a very good succubus.

Is it still inside the building?

I don't think so.

- We better find out before something else does.

It's time, Captain.

I'm sorry?

It's time to prepare for your landing.

I'll take that for you.

Come on...