Curly MW

Curly was breathing heavily, his arms outstretched, and looking intently at the man opposite him - the disheveled copilot was clutching his pistol with shaking hands, not realizing what he was doing. The captain's voice was trying to reach the corners of the brown-haired man's mind, gripped by madness. - Jimmy, put the pistol down. We can still fix this, trust me, I won't abandon you...