The flight attendant authorized use of electronics so Elizabeth logged into her email account.  There was a message from Rick, that bastard.  She’d endured four months of his twisted, psychological machinations intended to mold her, as it turned out, to be as much like his dead ex-fiancée Gloria as possible.  The creep even maintained a shrine to Gloria in his closet.

She opened the message.

Dear Elizabeth,

You really are so much like her.  She died in a plane crash, after all. Bon voyage again, my love.  Enjoy your flight.

Then Elizabeth felt the cabin shake and the screaming began.

Thank you, Erin, for the inspiration.