“WHAT,” SHE MANAGED, after she’d finally settled down, “what’s going on? Do you know?”
He only shook his head, listening at the door, trying to determine if the raptors had lost interest. From the sound of it, or rather the lack of sound, they had. At least for the moment.
“It all happened so fast,” he said, leaning against the wall. “It’s possible the pilots don’t even know. If there are any.”
“But you’re a pilot ...”
He shook his head again. “Not on this flight.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I was deadheading from San Francisco to Houston—repositioning for another assignment—when everything went crazy. Most the passengers and crew vanished just before we lifted off. I don’t know where the, the velociraptors, came from, only that they arrived shortly after everyone disappeared.”
