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What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Yes, I was one of those nervous fliers, professing more than once that if God had meant us to fly, he would have given us wings.

You can imagine the response that got after repeated quotations on just how safe flying was.  I agree.  Based on statistics, flying was safer than driving, and I didn’t fear driving.

Go figure?

So, for years, I avoided planes, and took trains, and ships.  I was wealthy enough and had the time to take ships when I wanted to travel to other countries.  It was a more serene method of travel, but these days, everyone was in a hurry.

Everyone.

Now, it seemed I had to be as well.  It was a day I knew would come one day. 

I had avoided the idea of getting married for a long time, telling myself I would never find someone who would understand the foibles I carried as baggage.  Most could not believe a grown man could be so afraid of something like travelling in an aeroplane.

Annabel was different.  She was not in a hurry either.  She loved travelling in ships, taking our time to go anywhere and everywhere.  It was her idea that we should have our own ship.  We were working on it.

But, truth be told, she did not fear flying and travelled frequently for business.  I preferred the train.

Annabel originally came from Italy and had left her family behind when she came to America to work, and then live. She hadn’t expected to meet me or anyone else, let alone get married.  And because I wanted to please her, I agreed that it should happen in her hometown in Italy.

What was the problem, you ask.

Well, to start with, there wasn’t.  There was plenty of time to get there before the wedding, travelling in the usual manner.  Then her father got sick and sicker until it was discovered he had stage four cancer.

Wedding plans had to be moved up so that, as a final deathbed request, he would be able to walk his only daughter down the aisle.

All we had to do was fly over.

Simple.

I had a plan. It was a simple one.  Fly first class, take a sedative that would put me to sleep and hopefully wake up on the ground on the other side.

After all, I would do anything for Annabel.

The day arrived.  I was nervous, yes, but not overly worried.  We boarded the plane, had a glass of champagne, and just as the plane was taxiing to the runway, I closed my eyes, and everything faded into black

My last memory was of Annabel holding my hand and telling me she would see me in Italy.

When I woke, it was uncharacteristically cold.  There was a loud whooshing sound coming from behind us just about drowned out by a screaming sound of metal on metal.

For a moment, I thought I was in an SUV driving over a very rough road, such was the pronounced jerking movements.

I looked sideways, and first, I noticed Annabel, unquestionably terrified.  Second, I realised we were on the aeroplane, almost in darkness, and something had gone horribly wrong.

It was only seconds before Annabel realised, I was awake, and she turned to me.  She had been crying and tears were in her eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

“What happened?”

She looked quizzically at me, and I realised I would have to speak louder.

I leaned closer.  “What happened?”

“Of all the flights, on any day, we had to take on board a hijacker.”

“Hijacker?”

I thought that measures had been taken to prevent this from happening. 

“He said he had a bomb, and if the pilot didn’t redirect the plane to some obscure place in Africa, he would detonate it.  The pilot refused, and we’re now in the middle of a nightmare.”

It didn’t take much to realize what happened.  The pilot called his bluff, he exploded the bomb, and at 30,000 feet, the result was almost catastrophic.  I looked back and could see a hole in the side of the plane, and through the windows, smoke pouring from one of the engines.

Given the jerkiness of the flight path, there was damage to the controls, and the pilot was using the engines to fly as straight as possible, slowly because of the stress on the frame and the damaged engine.  Another glance showed we were not far from the water, so the plane was down low enough not to need pressurisation.

I did a mental calculation for time elapsed, and I was expecting to wake up eight and a half hours after dropping off to sleep.  I was awake, and we were not there.

“How long have we been like this?”

“Six hours.  We’re flying at about 160 knots, and the last advice from the pilot was that we were heading to Vigo in Spain and,” she looked at her watch, “we have about six hours before we get there.”

There was no chance I could go back to sleep and wake up on the ground.  What was surprising was how calm I felt.

I had nothing to say, and perhaps she had mistaken my silence for anger or annoyance at her insistence we fly and assurances of how safe it was.

I wasn’t annoyed or angry.  Perhaps it was fate.

“Say something, anything.”

I smiled, though it was hard to project confidence that everything would be fine. Perhaps, if I did, she might get the wrong idea that I had simply given up.  The truth was I had no control over what happened, and there was no point getting upset over what you couldn’t do anything about.

“It’s not your fault.”

“If I hadn’t…”

I squeezed her hand.  “You’re here, now with me, and if anything happens, we will go through it together.  I believe the pilot doesn’t want to die any more than any of us on this plane, and he will do everything he can to make sure we survive.”

I leaned back in the seat.  With the blanket, it was still reasonably cold, but at least we were not moving through a storm.  That would have been a lot harder to weather.  As it was, the noise was bad enough.  I was still tired from the sedative, and listening to Annabel telling me what we were going to do when we got off the plane, lulled me back to sleep.

My last thought was that I’d had the life I had never expected to have.  Annabel had always been the one, but I never dared to ask her out.  Instead, I watched from afar as her life took many twists and turns until I accidentally ran into her.

I smiled at the thought.  If only I’d seen what was in front of me.  I finally did.

I opened my eyes just as the wheels hit the runways, slightly harder than I expected for such a large aircraft.  I’d heard that one couldn’t feel the take-off or the landing.

Annabel was smiling.

“We made it?”

“Of course, we did.”

It was then I realised that there was no noise, and looking around, no hole.

“No hijacker. Or a bomb going off?”

“What are you talking about?”

I sighed.  “A bad dream.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry.  We’re on solid ground, and nothing happened.  Thank you for doing this.”

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.  You know that.”

“Of course.”

She leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek, and a second later, there was a huge explosion.

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