Issue #174 : It’s The Last Step…

 

The money spent on the sleep-aid had made all the difference. Tim had never been able to sleep on a plane before so the fact that he had fallen into such a deep slumber, disturbed only occasionally and briefly, was making the trip actually feel like a vacation. No seat on any plane had ever felt this comfortable. The side-to-side motion soothed him even further as he leaned back into the cushions. Even the pressure from the vent above him was amazing as air flowed over him in a cool rush. He would use this airline from now on and for damn sure, he was going to make sure that his prescription was up to date whenever he had to fly.

Of course, nothing could be perfect.

Something wet hit his face, hitting him hard. He slapped at his cheek, sure that some bastard of a child was at that moment, perched up on the seat in front of him, leering down at him after pouring what was left of his soda on him. Tim opened his eyes to give the kid a piece of his mind.

There was no kid.

For that matter, there was no seat in front of him. There were no seats to the right or left of him. Below, above and all around him, the entire plane had seemingly blinked out of existence. Air whipped around him and all he could see was blue sky and clouds, the ground sickeningly far below, getting larger by the second.

A loud report of thunder echoed from above and Tim, still with no clue what had happened, looked up. He did so just in time to see what was left of the plane he had just been on, vanishing into the blossoming flames of a blazing explosion.