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Holly would have preferred to not overhear Quint briefing the cabin crew over the intercom. The words were quite unnerving: possible water landing, probable hard landing, wing loss might mean that the exits over the port wing would become unavailable, fuselage, break up…
She’d be happier if she was still in her back row seat, still asleep—which she’d never been and wouldn’t last another thirty seconds anyway. Right now, the flight crew were scrambling to get all the passengers ready and in their brace positions.
While the passenger area was probably a land of mayhem and panic, the cockpit was a quiet refuge. The two pilots discussing emergency checklists and rates of descent as if they were chatting quietly over crumpets and tea. Maybe it was worth giving up her tail-section seat to n
