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“Miranda? Come on, mate. It’s okay. Come on back.”
Miranda opened her eyes and looked up into Holly’s. She lay in a sterile, uninviting office on a hard sofa.
“You still with us?”
“I seem to be. What happened?” And then she remembered, all too clearly. “The pilot. Did we…” Holly’s expression said they hadn’t.
“They sedated him,” Mike leaned over Holly’s shoulder.
“Never heard a sound like that in my life,” Jeremy sat perched on the sofa arm by her feet. “One of you was bad, but the two of you together? It was like some kind of psycho harmony. We could hear you both right out on the hangar floor. You screamed your dad Sam’s name before you fainted. Was it because they died in that crash?”
“Your parents went down in a plane?” Holly looked at her. “Harsh. No wonder you’re such a sma
