Hundreds of tiny plastic buttons stared back at me in the dim light.

My eyes scanned the labels, but the text was incredibly small and the cockpit was vibrating.

“I can’t find it,” I said, my breath shallow.

“Look for the label ‘AV-VENT-X’,” Miller said.

I reached out, my fingers trembling as I searched the third row of switches.

Suddenly, First Officer Danny Cole let out a low, ragged groan.

His eyelids fluttered, and he tried to lift his head from his chest, his fingers twitching on his lap.

“Danny,” I said, dropping to my knees beside him.

“Air…” Danny muttered, his lips turning a faint shade of blue. “Don’t… don’t let it…”

He could not finish the sentence before his eyes rolled back, his body going completely limp again.

“Danny!” I called out, shaking his shoulder.

“He is slipping under again,” Dr. Thorne said, shining a small penlight into Danny’s eyes. “His pupils are completely dilated.”

“London, I have a red light on the autopilot disconnect,” Malachi called out, his young voice remarkably steady despite the noise.