I have often thought that flying over the Atlantic on this all familiar flight to Amsterdam goes like a scene from the Truman Story. I know its a little stretch, but there are odd aspects of getting on a plane at 3:00 in the afternoon and 8 hours later its morning. It’s like the night got speeded up.
The same thing happens when Truman goes missing and his ‘maker’ is trying to find him. The commands everyone to take their ‘morning places’ and he turns the lights up on the world he’s created several hours early in an effort to find Truman. The sun rises quickly as it does from the plane window look east toward Europe.
I’m glad the rest of my story in completely different than Truman’s.