28 December 2012
Chapter 2
The takeoff and flight time was quite ordinary as flights go. There was some mundane turbulence in the air but it wasn't comparable to what was there during landing. As we began our descent the pilot came onto the loudspeaker and said, “Okay, we're gonna be experiencing some slight turbulence so buckle up you guys, its gonna get bumpy.” Now the turbulence wasn't really, as the pilot put it, slight. It felt as if a roller-coaster and dilapidated freight train got mangled together and turned into the plane we were in. When we hit the first big bump people started to freak out. Ren for one jumped about a foot out of his seat in sheer shock, or maybe it was just the turbulence. On the jarring descent Ren's hand somehow glued itself to mine and mine to the armrest. I didn't say anything during, because with all the disorientation, you couldn't tell the difference between what was your imagination and what was reality. When we finally hit the ground I noticed and said, “Hey Ren, can I have my hand back?” “Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know.” “You don't like flying, huh?” “No I'm fine with that, its just getting back near the ground. I mean you never crash in the middle of the air, you have to get close enough to the Earth in order for the plane to get totaled.” “Huh. Well–” Our conversation got cut short by an ubrupt announcement by the pilot that we could start getting our things and begin to get off of the plane. Now we had about two or three minutes to get to the connecting flight, nearly none if you factor in the arrival time on our flight. We were off onto a race. A race we knew we couldn't win but were ready to try anyway.
103.A Thoughtless Naught • Opuss № I