Icarus Alternate Ending

Alone, alone in the seemingly perpetual darkness. Icarus groped around for a light, but instead found only empty air. He raced forward in the twisting and narrow passageways, his hands in front of him, desperately trying to outrun that monster that was relentlessly pursuing him. His heart pumped rapidly, his breath came in short puffs, and cold sweat dripped down his brow. As he sprinted ahead, he found a door, yanked it open rapidly, and suddenly felt himself sucked into empty space, falling down, down, down, down… “Ahh!” Icarus screamed as he felt the agony of his body hitting the stone bottom. Then, with a sudden revelation, he realized that he was hugging his pillow. With his breath still in gasps and covered in a film of cold sweat, he

Can you help me with my fear of heights?” Icarus questioned.
“Well,” his father replied, “As long as you just close your eyes and take deep breaths, it will be less terrifying.”
When the takeoff came, Icarus tried to follow his father’s advice, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. Although it did help, Icarus still felt that cold fist of fear well up inside him. He gritted his teeth, and forced it down.
After the plane got to a certain altitude, Icarus calmed down enough to stop gripping the armrests and relax in his seat. Icarus feverishly hoped that there would be no turbulence, since the last time there was, he did something so undignified that he refused to think of it. He reclined his seat, took a few deep breaths, and waited for the flight to end.
Suddenly, there was a loud scuffling noise in the cockpit, followed by groans and squelching noises, which continued for several minutes. Icarus leaned forward curiously. “What was going on?” He thought.
After a while, the intercom said, “Ladies and gentlemen: Here is the captain. Please sit down, keep remaining seating. We have a bomb on board. So sit.”
When everybody in his family processed these words, his little sister gripped his arm and asked in a small voice, “Are we going to