Passenger 327
I hear the voices of passengers before I even see them. Arguing and debating, pleading and negotiating. The conversations wash over me, each one more desperate than the last. I almost can’t believe my luck.
I am confident my cabin is situated in the most interesting of corridors. These people. You would not believe it.
First, I overhear the bickering between the guy and his sick kid. The man, Roger, is determined to get off the ship, while his daughter believes they should stay.
“We can’t just sit here and do nothing!” he says. “We should be looking for a way out of here!”
“And what if we can’t find a way off the ship? We have to consider the risks.”
“I know the risks,” Roger snaps. “But if we stay here, we could be facing something much worse than the virus.”
His daug
