As sleep settled over the passengers of QA74, en route to Sydney, no one suspected what was about to happen. Little did they know that Time, that abstract dimension by which we measuer our lives, would not be their friend on this fateful night. Like a thief, Time stole from those passengers something that could never be given back. For the passengers of QA74, this date in history does not exist. But don't try to tell them otherwise. They were there. You were not. And this is the Twilight Zone.
Cue the music.
(Please consult Rod Serling if you need an explanation.)
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