"I can't do anything else!" Yelling as loud as he could, while their world suddenly was spinning cascading in every direction, except up. Throttling back both engines, unbuckling both belts, as the fitful twisting of the flightless hulk obeyed the Newtonian laws of gravity. Her briefcase his flight case a loose cargo rap, and the two occupants were mixing randomly as they both were slammed against the fuselage padded ceiling, walls then floor, over an again. Grabbing Lisa by the waste with one arm, the twisting turning of the airplane refocused into more of a level spin. He wanted out and he wanted his passenger to come with him. Finding the latch for the cargo door with a free hand, still holding Lisa with his other arm. Exactly as the latch opened, the compressed pressure difference shot the two out the cabin door past the wing faster than was anticipated. While still trying desperately to hold on to his passenger, the sudden blast of hostile wintry frigid air hit them numbingly hard. As they fell, the air forced their faces to flutter, eyes to water, and eardrums to screech. She instinctively let out a small scream, while trying to tighten her grip around her pilot, her arm missed the mark, and she went spinning free. Martin, frantically reaching out through watering blurring eyes, saw her just above him, he thought to spread his legs and arms to slow his descent. That quickly brought them crashing together, gripping with resolute hands, this time they made sure each had a steel grip on one another. They didn't have far to fall, maybe 4,000 feet + - a few hundred. Their pressurized turboprop had mysteriously lost part of the tail section and started naturally into a flat spin. With those control surfaces not in service or entirely gone, the machine was a total loss, but the passenger and pilot did have one more chance. Dr. Lisa Carson, terrified as she was, just didn't realize it yet. Martin, her pilot for the past five years, was subconsciously praying his idea was going to bear fruit, nothing much more to it, all their options were gone except this last one. Holding Lisa with both arms, while a tangled blanket was slapping both unmercifully, trying to wrap his arms and legs around her as the air was screaming past. Lisa arms where now locked around Martin.