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obbed with pain as he kept a tight grip on the yoke； which vibrated violently。
〃。 。 plus four flight attendants。 。 。〃
Twelve hundred meters。
〃She wants to e right；〃 Delbaugh said。
〃Hold her！〃 Anilov said； for at this low altitude and on an approach； it was all in Delbaugh's hands。
One hundred and fifty…one dead； all those families bereaved； countles other lives altered by a single tragedy。
Eleven hundred meters。
But how the hell could that guy know how many would die？ Not possible。
Was he trying to say he was clairvoyant or what？ It was all a crock； as Yankowski had said。 Yeah； but he knew about the engine before it exploded； he knew about the washboard turbulence； and only an idiot would discount all of that。
A thousand meters。
〃Here we go；〃 Delbaugh heard himself say。
Bent forward in his seat； head between his knees； gripping his ankles； Jim Ironheart thought of the punchline to an old joke： kiss your ass goodbye。
He prayed that by his own actions he had not disrupted the river of fate to such an extent that he would wash away not only himself and the Dubroveks but other people on Flight 246 who had never been meant to die in the crash。 Because of what he had told the pilot； he had potentially altered the future； and now what happened might be worse； not better； than what had been meant to happen。
The higher power working through him had seemed； ultimately； to approve of his attempt to save more lives than just those of Christine and Casey。 On the other hand； the nature and identity of that power was so enigmatic that only a fool would presume to understand its motives or intentions。
The plane shivered and shook。 The scream of the engines seemed to grow ever more shrill。
He stared at the deck beneath his feet； expecting it to burst open。
More than anything； he was afraid for Holly Thorne。 Her presence on the flight was a profound deviation from the script that fate had originally written。 He was eaten by a fear that he might save the lives of more people on the plane than he'd at first intended…but that Holly would be broken in half by the impact。
As the DC…10 quaked and rattled its way toward the earth； Holly squeezed herself into as tight a package as she could； and closed her eyes。
In her private darkness； faces swam through her mind： her mom and dad； which was to be expected； Lenny Callaway； the first boy she had ever loved； which was not expected； because she had not seen him since they were both sixteen； Mrs。 Rooney； a high…school teacher who had taken a special interest in her； Lori Clugar； her best friend all through high school and half of college； before life had carried them to different corners of the country and out of touch； and more than a dozen others； all of whom she had loved and still loved。 No one person could have occupied her thoughts for more than a fraction of a second； yet the nearness of death seemed to distort time； so she felt as if she were lingering with each beloved face。
What flashed before her was not her life； but the special people in it though in a way that was the same thing。
Even above the creak…rumble…shriek of the jet； and in spite of her focus on the faces in her mind； she heard Christine Dubrovek speak to her daughter in the last moments of their shaky descent： 〃I love you； Casey。〃
Holly began to cry。
Three hundred meters。
Delbaugh had the nose up。
Everything looked good。 As good as it could look under the circumstances。
They were at a slight angle to the runway； but he might be able to realign the aircraft once they were on the ground。 If he couldn't bring it around to any useful degree； they would roll three thousand or maybe even four thousand feet before their angle of approach carried them off the edge of the pavement and into a field where it appeared that a crop of some kind had been harvested recently。 That was not a desirable termination point； but at least by then a lot of their momentum would have been lost； the plane might still break up； depending on the nature of the bare earth under its wheels； but there was little chance that it would disintegrate catastrophically。
Two hundred meters。
Turbulence gone。
Floating。 Like a feather。
〃All right；〃 Anilov said； just as Delbaugh said； 〃Easy； easy；〃 and they both meant the same thing： it looked good； they were going to make it。
One hundred meters。
Nose still up。
Perfect； perfect。
Touchdown and TWANG！ …the tires barked on the blacktop simultaneously with the queer sound。
Delbaugh remembered the stranger's warning； so he said； 〃Power number one！〃 and pulled hard to the left。 Yankowski remembered as well； though he had said it was all a crock； and he responded to Delbaugh's throttle mand even as it was being given。 The right wing dipped； just as they had been told it would； but their quick action pulled the plane left； and the right wing came back up。 There was a danger of overpensation； so Delbaugh issued a new throttle mand while still trying to hold the craft to the left。 They were rolling along； rolling along； the plane shaking； and he gave the order to reverse engines because they couldn't； for God's sake； continue to accelerate； they were in mortal danger as long as they were moving at high speed； rolling； rolling； moving inexorably at an angle on the runway； rolling and slowing now； but rolling。 And the right wing was tipping down again； acpanied by hellish popping and metallic tearing noises as age…fatigued steel…trouble in the joining of wing and fuselage； Jim had said…succumbed to the stress of their wildly erratic flight and once…in…a…century crosswinds。 Rolling； rolling； but Delbaugh couldn't do a damn thing about a structural failure； couldn't get out there and reweld the joints or hold the damn rivets in place。 Rolling； rolling； their momentum dropping； but the right wing still going down； none of his countermeasures working any longer； the wing down； and down； oh God； the wing Holly felt the plane tipping farther to the right than before。
She held her breath or thought she did； but at the same time she heard herself gasping frantically。
The creaks and squeals of tortured metal； which had been echoing eerily through the fuselage for a couple of minutes； suddenly grew much louder。
The aircraft tipped farther to the right。 A sound like a cannonshot boomed through the passenger partment； and the plane bounced up； came down hard。 The landing gear collapsed。
They were sliding along the runway； rocking and jolting； then the plane began to turn as it slid； making Holly's heart clutch up and her stomach knot。 It was the biggest carnival ride in the world； except it wasn't any fun at all； her seatbelt was like a blade against her midriff； cutting her in half； and if there had been a carny ticket…taker； she knew he would have had the ghastly face of a rotting corpse and a rictus for a smile。
The noise was intolerable； though the passengers' screaming was not the worst of it。 For the most part their voices were drowned out by the scream of the aircraft itself as its belly dissolved against the pavement and other pieces of it were torn loose。 Maybe dinosaurs； sinking into Mesozoic