I'm on a small commuter flight from Lexington to Cincinnati (or Louisville) as we taxi down a narrow country road.  It's a flight that crashed recently where all the passengers died (I've been able to board it on a "Journeyman"-like trip back in time.  We drive along slowly for miles until we encounter a runaway bull in the road.  It charges straight for us and the pilot pulls us up off the ground to avoid hitting it.  We're going too slowly to be in the air and we hit some pockets of warm air and jostle around a bit.  Eventually we do crash but all walk away from it (we're in the after life?).  I pull the pilot (a pleasant middle-aged woman like the bus driver from "The Sweet Hereafter") aside and tell her about what I know.  Together we try to figure out why such a seemingly  minor crash would have crashed us all.  I ask her if it's normal to drive all the way to the destination instead of flying she she tells me we usually taxi for a long while before we get up to speed.  I ask her out loud if one bull is worth the lives of 30+ passengers.  We both agree that no one would've expected all on board to die.

I talk to a couple of high school students on the flight who don't realize they're dead.  I tell them I wouldn't be on this flight but that I entered a writing contest to commemorate this flight (4957 words) and somehow ended up on it.  I ask one woman if I'll end up back in the present or the past when this is all over.  I hug a black high school student and tell him not to be a stranger.  I tell him I might be a junior high school student (which I am) or an older man next time he sees me.

One of the passengers hands me a certified letter from a law firm suing on our behalf.  He wants to me to look at it and ask as their attorney.  I take it but tell them I don't have my law degree yet.

I take the letter to my mom nearby and she tells me where to sign it.  I wonder out loud how a law firm could've responded to the crash this quickly.  Then I realize it's a claim form for something that happened to me recently.  I check some boxes & sign a few places.

My mom shows me some different lengths of seaweed and other things that she got for me.  I'm a little impatient to get back to the crash victims.