Doors and More Doors

Your reaction time was luckily faster than the evil man's cronies. SMASH! It hits and you're only brushed by some rubble. The glass window rips like paper and then it's gone forever, or never existed. Flames spread and you look at the pilots seat. No one sits there, or at least no one in view. Rocks cover the airport floor and you cannot see the evil guy.

Suddenly, there is a cry for help. Subtle, but existent. It came from the plane.