"Mom? What are you doing here?"
"Jon?" asked his mother with a hint of fear and dressed as a pilot, holding the plane controls, turning her head briefly and looking back into the runway, "What's happening? What's all this?"
"I don't know, but you need to stop the plane! We are going to crash!" yelled Jon.
"No, I have to... I need to take off! I-I really know how!" answered her, the plane going faster each second. Jon watched as his mother manipulated various controls without hesitation and with an expert hand, as if she had done it hundreds of times. Before reaching the end of the runway, the plane took off, rising gently over the surrounding countryside. A minute later, after a brief check of the control panel and having set the course, his mother let go of the controls, allowing the plane to take its course on autopilot.
"That was... amazing, Mom," Jon blurted out.
"I don't know exactly how, but I knew what I should do at all times, it was almost ... I don't know how to put it into words" said her, looking at her hands, and then at Jon, dressed as a female flight attendant, "Now, would you mind telling me what is exactly happening here?"
