BY THE TIME THEY’D patched Ank up using a series of ropes and blankets, not to mention disinfecting his wounds with what remained of Williams’ liquor stash, introductions had been made and the sun was high. The man and woman—Peter and Samantha—were the only survivors of a flight bound for Houston when the Flashback had hit. Peter had been deadheading to his next assignment (but was forced to take control when the on-duty pilots vanished) while Samantha had been enroute to visit her father. They’d been living in the downed plane ever since, during which time Samantha had gotten pregnant and was now six-weeks along.
“What I don’t understand is how you ended up crash-landing in the middle of Montana,” said Sheila. “You said the plane was bound for Houston.”
“Yeah, well,” Peter glanced at Sa
