Alain Dupont was numb. This was more than he could take. The combination of the fear of flying and delusion, whether or not true, was more than his brain could handle. He seriously debated whether it would be better to give up and simply accept his fate. Go through each new supernatural episode as if it were normal—not to react, only to suffer. Even if he tried his best, he knew it was impossible to ignore the situation. The kid in the suit and tie, the aggressive man, the passengers with their acrimonious glances, the flight attendants who suspected him, and Michel Madison, whatever he was. He felt he couldn’t act as if nothing had happened.
Clearly, chatting with a man claiming to be nearly four hundred years old wasn’t a terrific idea, and Dupont went back to his music.
He opted for a
