In the distance, beyond the Statue of Liberty, he spotted an object rushing toward him. Stan’s mind registered that it was gray, large, and loud enough for him to hear its roaring engines through the sealed windows. A second later, he understood that it was a passenger plane, with a U on its tail. Strangely, it seemed to be speeding directly toward him, its wings banking sharply, its nose level with his. It grew larger, then larger. Then it filled the windows. Stan dropped the phone and dived under his desk.
