On account of my leg injury, I was off from work for an as-yet-undefined period, which I mostly spent moping around the Button Hole. One morning I had held Chris, Benji, and Katie spellbound with a vividly detailed retelling of the evacuation, but for the most part the actual crash wasn’t haunting me nearly as much as the outcome. Until we were blasted across the runway, we hadn’t even known that anything was really all that wrong in First Class. At our end of the cabin, the evacuation had gone just like a training exercise, and had been as exciting as it had been scary. But the only image that stuck in my head, no matter how hard I tried to shake it, was of Josh, both brave and scared, leaving my side and running towards the back of the airplane. All 43 people who died were standing at or
