The terrorists were flabbergasted to discover their hijacked passengers were crash test dummies.  We sit perfectly still, in character, nonplussed by their terrifying shouts, their terrifying guns shoved so abruptly under our noses. We sit so totally unresponsive even the targets on the sides of our heads don’t move, our mouths fixed in a permanent zip. We refuse to be high value, or have any value at all. The terrorists throw up their hands in frustration, ditch the plane in the desert & walk off into the sunset, into the crosshairs of the drones circling above. Our sighs at last uncase our plastic faces now that we’re no longer victims, just men in costume in transit to the crash test dummy con. We don’t praise god or the government for our release. We simply defer to the wisdom of our imagined selves.