I find myself staring into a void. My body is dead, my nerves are frayed and shutting down, and I'm dimly aware that my eyes see nothing. I turn my head, and get a glimpse of my future. It is fire. It is blood. It is how I die. ... Then I jolt awake. I'm draped across my cockpit like a discarded rug, muscles still tensed from fitful sleep. With a groan I stretch and groggily rub my face. An attempt to clear the gunk from my eyes while I re-orient myself in my seat. I look around, and f...