EPISODE 2, SCENE 5 The flatbed truck carrying the wreckage of the downed Beechcraft arrived at Telluride airport. Marshal Tramaine and Paula Walker from the NTSB stood by as pieces of the fuselage were unloaded and carried into a vacant hangar. "There was a memorial service for one of the victims in Town Park yesterday", Tramaine said. "Quite a turnout. Her son is one of the big real estate honchos in town." Paula Walker nodded. She'd only been in Telluride once, for an NTSB conference on mountain flying. She fondly remembered the male masseuse at the Peaks spa. "He talked about her being the inspiration behind this new hotel he's building on the mountain. Guy next to me groaned," Tramaine laughed. Dissing real estate guys was a town staple. They walked into the vacant hangar and stood there looking at the wreckage. "Hell of a thing," Paula Walker said, shaking her head. "Here was an experienced mountain pilot with a perfect twenty year safety record. His voice communication didn't indicate any problems with the storm. He just flew into the side of the mountain." "How could he have gotten so off course?" wondered Tramaine. Paula Walker shrugged. "Hard to say. The course was set on his GPS computer. Maybe we'll know more if we can find that among this junk." She started sorting through the parts and found a control console with wires dangling. "Piece of luck. This survived in one piece. The GPS would be here." Walker found the mini-computer and pulled a card out of it. "Let me take this back to my office. I'll check the program to see what course was programmed into it. Get back to you tomorrow, Marshal." "Fine," Tramaine replied. It looked like he had a free afternoon. Maybe he could strap on his skis and get some telemark runs down the Plunge.