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anything less than Freudian。
Her anger over his unwillingness to save everyone on the plane was no greater than his own anger over his inability to do so； her rage was a reflection of his own。
〃Murder；〃 she repeated； evidently aware of the profound effect that accusation had on him。
He looked into her beautiful eyes； and he wanted to hit her； punch her in the face； smash her with all of his strength； knock her unconscious； so she wouldn't put his own thoughts into words。 She was too perceptive。 He hated her for being right。
Instead of hitting her； he got up。
〃Where are you going？〃 she demanded。
〃To talk to a flight attendant。〃
〃About what？〃 〃You win； okay？ You win。〃
Making his way toward the back of the plane； Jim looked at the people he passed； chilled by the knowledge that all of them would be dead soon。 As his desperation intensified； so did his imagination； and he saw skulls beneath their skin； the glowing images of bones shining through their flesh； for they were the living dead。 He was nauseous with fear； not for himself but for them。
The plane bucked and shimmied as if it had driven over a pothole in the sky。 He grabbed at the back of a seat to steady himself But this was not the big one。
The flight attendants were gathered farther back in the plane； in their work area； preparing to serve the lunch trays that had just e up from the galley。 They were a mixed group； men and women； a couple in their twenties and the others as old as fifty…something。
Jim approached the oldest of them。 According to the tag she wore； her name was Evelyn。
〃I've got to talk to the pilot；〃 he said； keeping his voice low； although the nearest passengers were well forward of them。
If Evelyn was surprised by his request； she didn't show it。 She smiled just as she had been trained to smile。 〃I'm sorry； sir； but that isn't possible。
Whatever the problem is； I'm sure I can help…〃 〃Listen； I was in the lavatory； and I heard something； a wrong sound；〃 he lied； 〃not the right kind of engine noise。〃
Her smile became a little wider but less sincere； and she went into her reassure…the…nervous…traveler mode。 〃Well； you see； during flight it's perfectly normal for the pitch of the engines to change as the pilot alte airspeed and…〃 〃I know that。〃 He tried to sound like a reasonable man to whom she ought to listen。 〃I've flown a lot。 This was different。〃 He lied again： 〃I know aircraft engines； I work for McDonnell Douglas。 We designed and built the DC…10。 I know this plane； and what I heard in the lav was wrong。〃 Her smile faltered； most likely not because she was starting to take his warning seriously but merely because she considered him to be a more inventive aerophobe than most who panicked in mid…flight。
The other flight attendants had paused in their lunch…service preparations and were staring at him； no doubt wondering if he was going to be a problem。
Evelyn said carefully； 〃Well； really； everything's functioning well。
Aside from some turbulence…〃 〃It's the tail engine；〃 he said。
That was not another lie。 He was receiving a revelation； and he was letting the unknown source of that revelation speak through him。 〃The fan assembly is starting to break apart。 If the blades tear loose； that's one thing； the pieces can be contained； but if the entire fan…blade assembly shatters； God knows what could happen。〃
Because of the specificity of his fear； he did not sound like a typical aerophobic passenger； and all of the flight attendants were staring at him with； if not respect； at least a wary thoughtfulness。
〃Everything's fine；〃 Evelyn said； per training。 〃But even if we lost an engine； we can fly on two。〃
Jim was excited that the higher power guiding him had evidently decided to give him what he needed to convince these people。 Maybe something could be done to save everyone on the flight。
Striving to remain calm and impressive； he heard himself saying； 〃That engine has forty thousand pounds of thrust； it's a real monster； and if it blows up； it's like a bomb going off The pressors can back…vent； and those thirty…eight titanium blades； the fan assembly； even pieces of the rotor can explode outward like shrapnel； punching holes in the tail； screwing up the rudders and elevators。 。 。 The whole tail of the plane could disintegrate。〃 。
One of the flight attendants said； 〃Maybe somebody should just mention this to Captain Delbaugh。〃
Evelyn did not instantly object。
〃I know these engines；〃 Jim said。 〃I can explain it to him。 You don't have to take me on the flight deck； just let me speak to him on the inter。〃
Evelyn said； 〃McDonnell Douglas？〃 〃Yeah。 I've been an engineer there for twelve years；〃 he lied。
She was now full of doubt about the wisdom of the standard response she had learned in training。 She was almost won over。
With hope blossoming； Jim said； 〃Your captain's got to shut down engine number two。 If he shuts it down and goes the rest of the way on one and three； we'll make it； all of us； we'll make it alive。〃
Evelyn looked at the other flight attendants； and a couple of them nodded。 〃I guess it wouldn't hurt if。 。 。〃
〃e on；〃 Jim said urgently。 〃We might not have much time。〃
He followed Evelyn out of the attendants' work area and into the starboard aisle in the economy…class section； heading forward。
The plane was rocked by an explosion。
Evelyn was thrown hard to the deck。 Jim pitched forward； too； grabbed at a seat to avoid falling atop the woman； overpensated and fell to one side instead； against a passenger； then to the floor； as the plane started to shimmy。 He heard lunch trays still crashing to the deck behind him； people crying out in surprise and alarm； and one thin short scream。 As he tried to scramble to his feet； the aircraft nosed down； and they started to lose altitude。
Holly moved forward from row seventeen； sat beside Christine Dubrovek； introduced herself as a friend of Steve Harkman's； and was nearly thrown out of her seat when a sickening shock…wave pumped through the aircraft。
It was followed a fraction of a second later by a solid thump； as if they had been struck by something。
〃Mommy！〃 Casey had been belted in her seat； even though the seatbelt signs were not on。 She was not thrown forward； but the storybooks on her lap clattered to the deck。 Her eyes were huge with fear。
The plane started to lose altitude。
〃Mommy？〃 〃It's okay；〃 Christine said； obviously struggling to conceal her own fear from her daughter。 〃Just turbulence； an air pocket。〃
They were dropping fast。
〃You're gonna be okay；〃 Holly told them； leaning past Christine to make sure the little girl heard her reassurances。 〃Both of you are going to be okay if you just stay here； don't move； stay right in these seats。〃
Knifing down。 。 。 a thousand feet。 。 。 two thousand。 。 。
Holly frantically belted herself in her seat。
。 。 。 three thousand。 。 。 four thousand。 。 。
An initial wave of horror and panic gripped the passengers。 But that was followed quickly by a breathless silence； as they all clung to the arms of their seats and waited to see if the damaged aircraft was going to pull up in time…or tip downward at