04:20:04, after stabilizing the plane and putting it on autopilot, Snowden lets his teammates know what is going on.
Snowden: Well, this is it. We could be looking at freedom from The Infection in the next hour and a half, Zoey, Francis, Louis. However, the moment we touch down at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, we could be expecting company. Like I said, D.C. may still be guarded but that doesn't mean The Infected won't be there. If we meet some more, you know what to do. If it's the military, weapons down. I'll get us some real help. I'm sure they'll listen better. If it's CEDA, stay alert, stay in here and don't lose your weapons. I'll see what I can do about them.
Louis: Sounds good.
Francis: Appreciate it looking out for us, Snowden.
Zoey: Better focus on flying. We could use some rest.
Snowden: No problem. Keep your weapons safe now. I'll be in the cockpit if you need me.
Francis: Don't any of you dare.
Zoey: Shit, dude. Why are you always taking his side?
Francis: Because he's cool.
Zoey: Not in a few hours, he won't be.
While Francis, Zoey and Louis get some shut-eye, Snowden thinks about getting on comms and trying to reach any military element out there again. But as he hears the static, he recoils, breathes heavily and sheds a tear.
He nearly throws his helmet to the side but thinks twice and just puts it on the co-pilot seat instead. After that, he checks the skies ahead to see if the flight path is clear and then covers his face to muffle the upcoming noise and starts crying.