In the cockpit the pilot and co-pilot lie bound and gagged. A mysterious figure in a diving suit/a wedding dress/orange crimplene slacks and a white polo neck is slinking between dreams. Sitting next to the traveller, a dandy in a summer suit with no trace of an accent, throws two dice, they rise up and up to the cabin ceiling, they do not descend.
As the plane veers further and further off course the passengers do not realise it has been taken over by unknown agents, the Questioners. All the passengers have now been hi-jacked on a Quest-ion- Where are We Going?
Is it an open question, a closed question, a leading question?
Will it be a foregone conclusion, a question with no answer?
One of Life’s Big Questions?
If you don’t know it’s a question, is it still a question?
To Some, but not Others?
That is the question.
If you don't know you’ve been hi-jacked, have you still been hi-jacked?
That is another question.
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