He fell silent. For several moments they all did, and the quiet had the feel of a deliberate thing. Then Eddie said, "All right, we're back together again. What the [Inlé] do we do next?"

-Stephen King, The Dark Tower

Fiver was inside the luggage compartment on the airplane. He had bolted inside after the engines had started, but now he realized that he was alone. He could not see, smell or hear any other rabbits around him. His precious Vilthuril was gone.

Fiver tried not to despair. Maybe Vilthuril was somewhere near. This place was full of hiding spots. He looked around for several hours, but without success. To make matters worse, his mind remained empty of visions. "Why did I have to drain my mind with these humans?", he thought sadly.

Vilthuril had jumped on the landing gear mechanism. This was a terrifying experience, especially after the plane took off: she felt like she had been picked up by flying elil. She gripped tightly at the tire to avoid falling off, but luckily, the landing gear soon retracted inside the airplane and the compartment closed itself.

While she was no longer in any danger of falling off, she was now faced with several other problems. Since the compartment was not pressurized, she was in danger of suffocation. She was starting to feel drowsy, so she hurriedly looked for a way out of the compartment. At first she saw nothing, but suddenly she noticed that a small part of one of the walls around the compartment looked slightly damaged. She clawed at the wall a few times and saw several pieces of it fell off. She continued to tear it apart until she finally managed to break through it. There was a terrible smell, but at least she could now breathe.

Vilthuril had broken into the lavatory. At the moment, it was unoccupied, but the last passenger who had visited it didn't flush. She called out to Fiver, but received no answer. She looked around the room, and there didn't seem to be any other way out, as the door was closed. She would have to dig another one.

After several hours of continuous working, interrupted only by occasional noises from elsewhere on the airplane, she had finally managed to make a hole in the floor large enough for her to go through. There was only a thin layer of material between her and whatever was below that. She hesitated for a while before jumping into the hole. She had clearly seen the airplane take off and had concluded that she was some distance above the ground, and falling out of this hrududu would kill her. She eventually decided to try her luck, as there was no other way she could go.

As soon as she fell through the floor, she realized that she was still inside the hrududu, and that there was something on the floor where she was going to land, something alive, but everything happened so quickly she couldn't tell what it was before she hit it.

Fiver did not know what had just happened. The thing that had landed on top of him was slightly larger than he was, but he nevertheless managed to push it next to him to examine it. It was Vilthuril.

Both rabbits stared at each other for a few seconds. Vilthuril did not expect that reuniting with her mate would happen so suddenly. Fiver, by that point, was nearly convinced she had stopped running. They touched their noses together, to prove to themselves that they were really there, then moved closer to each other. They did not care where they were, or where they were going, they were together. That was all that mattered.