November 1, 2010.

A private jet crashed into a field in western Warren County, Virginia. It apparently hit some small peaks of the early stages of the Blue Ridge Mountains and crashed into a ravine of a very fast river. The plane was shredded and no survivors were found aboard, there were fragments of a dead body, presumably the remains of the pilot or a passenger. A few days later, the NTSB got a look at the black box. The check of its flight data recorder showed that the pilot had blacked out apparently. He was talking and then he wasn’t. There were cries from the passenger section which would have been understandable under the circumstances. There was some strange whooshing noise. Perhaps someone had tried to jump out before impact. The manifest showed one pilot and one passenger, a rich guy named Sheldon Jones. The Sheriff had cordoned off the area, the NTSB came to reconstruct the accident.

October 30, 2010.

Jones sat in Sam McGonagle=s dentist chair. “So, doc, how do you keep your records?” McGonagle smiled, “Well after I see you, we enter all of the data into a mainframe computer back up which is then stored at 10 p.m. tonight into an off-site mainframe in New Jersey, and of course we keep a paper file here as well.”