Mitch knew he shouldn’t close his eyes. But he did, just for a minute, to get rid of the headache … clear his vision … everything’s blurry.
everything’s blurry.He tried to run through his actions: did I put the plane on autopilot? Can’t remember. What did I do before opening the doors? Nuh, gone.
did I put the plane on autopilot? Can’t remember. What did I do before opening the doors? Nuh, gone.He opened his eyes and forced himself to sit up straight.
If I could just see clearly.
If I could just see clearly.“Mitch,” Nick’s voice jarred him, “do you think you can land?”
“I don’t know,” Mitch said, “it’s dim in here, I can’t see a thing.”
Nick exhaled. “Mitch, you’re speaking very slowly and it’s not dim in there, it’s your vision … this is not good.”
Behind Nick, bound and listening,
