thinking about it like this , its more like skipping the chase and cutting to the crash -- the spectacular , end-over-end , metal crunching , gas-tank-exploding conflagration that you are positive no one walks away from . he wore nothing but shorts , his whiter-than-white skin stretched across his bones like a sheet wrapped tightly around a bundle of sticks . the pilots could n't understand why it did n't go down after so much punishment . what would her life be like now if it had n't happened ? i had a job and friends and hope . 