Kindra brushed a loose hair out of her face as she sat. It could take her a while to adjust her thoughts before she went home. She hugged her knees and looked out the window.
A flight attendant at the terminal near her got a message on her radio. Kindra only heard part of the garbled message – "There's been a death – it was Sile" before the attendant looked upset and rushed off. Kindra didn't stop to worry about what was said – instead, she paid special attention to the now unattended opening to a plane that would be leaving the ground soon. She stood up and walked on at the perfect time. Other people were still putting their bags down and getting settled in her seats, so she simply looked like a latecomer. "Welcome, we hope you enjoy your flight," the captain said.
The flight attendants gave their usual speech about emergency exits and oxygen masks. Kindra took her phone out of her pocket, noticed a missed call and voicemail from _______, and then turned it off. Everyone fastened their seat belts. The plane slowly positioned itself on the runway. There were so many thoughts rushing around in Kindra's brain, it became white-noise. Like she wasn't thinking at all. She stared out the window at the pink sunset washing over the town.
