They flew low for some time, taking in the landscape, marveling at the changes.
“Jesus, Peter ... look at it. It’s everywhere.”
He nodded, saying nothing, and Samantha couldn’t help but to notice that his hands were trembling. So, too, had his eyes glazed over ... and she realized that he wasn’t merely in a kind of shock, but was tired, too. Simply exhausted.
“How far did you say the next major airport was?” she asked, placing a hand over his on the steering yoke.
“About 45 minutes,” he said, then looked at her squarely, his face full of consternation. “But I can’t promise you that it’s going to be any different.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Why don’t you ... take it up to an appropriate level, and engage the autopilot. You can get a little sleep while I man the fort. What do you say?”
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