Muttering profanities under her breath, Amy clutched the yoke of her biplane and charged it towards a billow of snowy white clouds. Jason, her trusted companion in this tedious and strenuous journey, shuddered as it travelled through the pearly haze that threatened to conceal the view beneath. Amy had set off for this perilous flight at daybreak and after a few exhausting hours, she could finally notice the azure skies beginning to stain with oblivion. The unstable route she had taken to complete this journey had taken its toll on Amy who dazedly fought against her subconscious to stay awake, reciting nursery rhymes. She was drunk with fatigue, parched and starved.