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Central International Airport This choice: A frantic looking Jason is shouting "Wake up". • Go Back... The panic in Jason's voice woke her with a start. Frigid air was whipping her hair and oxygen masks were flapping from above. Jason, his own mask back in place, jammed hers over her mouth and nose. So the thumping wasn't just a dream, then?
"I thought I'd lost you there for a moment," he said.
Kanya blinked away the black spots swimming before her eyes and realised how close it really had been. She let him help her get the strap behind her head and took a few deep breaths. Bremuda Triangle. Figures.
"Excuse me," said Jason, getting to his feet, "Now that you're okay, I'm going to see if I can help out. Aircraft engineer, remember?"
Kanya nodded and scrunched up as best she could. Jason squeezed past her knees, winking when he got stuck between her legs. Kanya blushed and looked away, unable to hide a small smile. Just great. Finally meet a nice guy, a hero even, and they were both going to die.
Jason hauled his way forward from seat to seat, grabbing breaths of air from loose oxygen masks every couple of rows. Jen the stewardess was working her way back towards him, a bottle-fed mask like her own in one hand. The two yelled at each other over the screaming wind. Kanya could only catch a few words from Jen: ...strike... ...first class... ...thousand feet... ...hundred miles... ...dead! Jason nodded grimly and followed Jen forward past the curtain into the next section.
Kanya looked around and wondered how many of the unconscious passengers in the other seats were asleep, and how many were dead from lack of oxygen by now. The handful of other people wearing masks were clearly thinking the same thing. The family two rows ahead were okay, the children wide-eyed with panic and their parents in a not much better state. A young couple a few rows back were helping an old woman get her mask on. Two men in suits and yellow masks sat side-by-side in white-knuckled silence. But whole rows of people were unconscious. There were a lot of people with empty seats next to them, and in other rows everyone must have been sleeping. Nobody awake to get their masks on and wake the others.
"I can't just sit here waiting to die," thought Kanya, "Not after what I've been through."
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