I've Been Flying For 22 Hours. If You See Me, Please Help.

I’ve been flying for 22 hours. If you see me, please help.<br><br>I’m writing this post in the cabin of a plane headed somewhere I don’t know. I don’t know how I got here or where I am. I don’t know when anyone will read this. I only know what I see when I look down at my hands. They are old and wrinkled. My nails are yellowed. My fingers are covered in age spots. My joints ache. I’ve never felt so bad.<br><br>I don’t remember how I got here or what day it is. I’ve been reading a book about the history of the airplane. It says that the first powered, controlled, and sustained flights of an airplane were made in the early 1900s. It says that the first commercial airliners were introduced in the 1910s. The year is either 1922 or 1923.<br><br>I’ve been flying for 22 hours. I’ve been reading my book the entire time. I’ve flown over several bodies of water and I believe I’ve flown over several countries. I’ve never seen a single other airplane. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if anyone will see this.<br><br>I’ve been walking up and down the aisle. I’ve been peeking in at every other airplane. There’s no one in them. There must be 50 airplanes on this flight. I’ve seen bathrooms, kitchens, and even what appears to be some sort of cargo bay. I’ve seen a flight deck in each airplane but the cockpit windows are black. I don’t see a single person.<br><br>I keep feeling like someone is behind me. I keep hearing footsteps. I’m scared to turn around and look. I don’t know what I’d do if I saw someone. Do you ever just feel like something is following you? I keep feeling like whatever is following me is getting closer.<br><br>I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to get back home. I don’t even know how I got here in the first place. I don’t know if anyone will even see this. If you see me, please help.<br><br>**