Mike

There was a celebration at the airfield, and you and your brother attended, as your brother was one of the stars of the evening. It was a plane that required two pilots to fly passengers around. One of those pilots was your brother, and the second... your enemy. You don't particularly like flying; more accurately, you're afraid of heights.

Your brother forced you to get into the plane. Once you were already inside, your brother, the pilot, gave you a reassuring gesture, while your enemy leaned in and whispered:

— Scared of flying, little mouse?