There wasn’t any time to feel as miserable and guilty as he would later. Right now he found himself lying in the mud and dirt, at the bottom of the slide, the plane behind him smelling of fuel and smoke and full of flames, and Ryan upside down beside him with his butt in the air. Ahead of him was the ass end of a giant bird. A man in a cowboy hat tinged black with soot was holding the baby under one arm like a football but still managed to pull him up and then turned to drag the steward up as well, then he hurried them away from the plane. Jack ran smack into a tall metal pole, which was apparently part of the bird, and swung around in a circle to face the plane again. He watched in horror until he was dragged around the other way again, an arm encircled him, and he was hurried away, once
