"You're riding on a jet airliner en route from London to New York. You're at 35,000 feet atop an overcast and roughly fifty-five minutes from Idlewild Airport. But what you've seen occur inside the cockpit of this plane is no reflection on the aircraft or the crew. It's a safe, well-engineered, perfectly designed machine, and the men you've just met are a trained, cool, highly efficient team. The problem is simply that the plane is going too fast and there is nothing within the realm of knowledge or at least logic to explain it. Unbeknownst to passengers and crew, this airplane is heading into an unchartered region well off the track of commercial travelers - it's moving into the Twilight Zone. What you're about to see we call 'The Odyssey of Flight 33.'"
After accelerating past three thousand knots, the crew are unable to raise anyone on the radio. Descending below the clouds they see dinosaurs; somehow they have went back in time. They try to catch the tail wind again to return to the present. They succeed, but are confused when the control tower claims to have never heard of radar or jet aircraft. In the distance the crew sees the 1939 World's Fair. They did not come far enough back. Running low on fuel, they attempt to find the tail wind for one last attempt at returning to their time."A Global jet airliner, en route from London to New York on an uneventful afternoon in the year 1961, but now reported overdue and missing, and by now, searched for on land, sea, and air by anguished human beings fearful of what they'll find. But you and I know where she is, you and I know what's happened. So if some moment, any moment, you hear the sound of jet engines flying atop the overcast, engines that sound searching and lost, engines that sound desperate, shoot up a flare or do something. That would be Global 33 trying to get home - from the Twilight Zone."