I can’t hear the engines anymore. It’s just silent. Leaning across the person next to me I look out the window.
The pitch black darkness of the abyss below reflects only my face in the window. That makes it worse, so much worse.
Then the nose of the plane dips forward. My intestines rise through my throat. Down the aisle, I see the stewardesses frantically reaching for the intercom.
“Brace for impact,” one of them calls. Before she can finish, the plane is near vertical and she tumbles up the aisle.
This is it, the end.