My little orange book is full, now, as is my heart. Logic is huffing and puffing to catch up.
It's sad. It's complicated. It's joyful. It's RIGHT. It's fair and it's unfair and it would be much better for the narrative structure of this thing if the plane didn't make it back to LAX. Cleaner. Nicer denouement.
I don't know how I failed to notice that the room was on fire, but now the sensors are melted and the room is full of rain.