And then there's this sound
like a truck hitting a truck
and you try to convince yourself
that you didn't hear it.
Then it happens again
and black smoke starts streaming
out of the fresh-air vents.
And the kid sitting next to you asks
if this is supposed to be happening.
And you can't answer.
You can't even remember your name.
So you put your arm around the kid
and reach your other hand
to the woman across the aisle.
And she takes it.
And you hold on.
