All her options are depleted; she's in free-fall. Gravity around her like a fist, like a singularity. She punches out, locked in her pilot's chair, launching high. No options, no guns, nothing solid beneath her. No John. All alone in the sky. This isn't just about John: this is every nightmare coming true at once. At the very point she gave in, he disappeared, and she couldn't hold him tight enough.
Harvey snarks, and dives toward the surface. The thoughts you can't think; the sickening places John can't admit they'll go.