"Wh- What was that?" Hubert's voice was cracking. Mother of Mercy, his whole world was cracking, as broken as the plane that he had spent hours staring at. He hadn't really believed it would fix itself and fly him back home if he just thought at it long enough, but he'd tried. Once he lost track of Bernard, Hubert was willing to try anything to get back that precarious sense of being in control of something in his life.
But control was only an illusion. "Only an illusion!" Hubert screamed at the dark when another sound came out of it. "IT'S ONLY AN ILLUSION!"