It's funny...I didn't believe my doc that Xanax would be strong enough to get me across the Atlantic, but it sure did. My fear is sort of a weird claustrophobia...I panic if I think there is nowhere to land (the result of being stuck circling indefinitely prior to a diversion in Chicago once). I pictured myself running up and down the aisle screaming until they took me down with elephant tranquilizer. But a little Xanax, a little wine, and I was nice and dozy. I woke up once over the ocean, but instead of panicking, my drug addled mind thought, "We're out over the middle of the ocean...COOL!"