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against the pavement and other pieces of it were torn loose。 Maybe dinosaurs； sinking into Mesozoic pits of tar； had equaled the volume of that dying cry； but nothing on the face of the earth since that era had protested its demise at such a piercing pitch and thunderous volume。 It wasn't purely a machine sound； it was metallic but somehow alive； and it was so eerie and chilling that it might have been the bined； tortured cries of all the denizens of hell； hundreds of millions of despairing souls wailing at once。 She was sure her eardrums would burst。
Disregarding the instructions she had been given； she raised her head and looked quickly around。 Cascades of white； yellow； and turquoise sparks foamed past the portholes； as if the airplane was passing through an extravagant fireworks display。 Six or seven rows ahead； the fuselage cracked open like an eggshell rapped against the edge of a ceramic bowl。
She had seen enough； too much。 She tucked her head between her knees again。
She heard herself chanting at the deck in front of her； but she was caught in such a whirlpool of horror that the only way she could discover what she was saying was to strain to hear herself above the cacophony of the crash： 〃Don't； don't； don't； don't； don't； don't。 〃 Maybe she passed out for a few seconds； or maybe her senses shut down briefly due to extreme overload； but in a wink everything was still。 The air was filled with acrid odors that her recovering senses could not identify。
The ordeal was over； but she could not recall the plane ing to rest。
She was alive。
Intense joy swept through her。 She raised her head； sat up； ready to whoop with the uncontainable thrill of survival…and saw the fire。
The DC…10 had not cartwheeled。 The warning to Captain Delbaugh had paid off But as Jim had feared； the chaotic aftermath of the crash held as many dangers as the impact itself Along the entire starboard side of the plane； where jet fuel had spilled； orange flames churned at the windows。
It appeared as if he was voyaging aboard a submarine in a sea of fire on an alien world。 Some of the windows had shattered on impact； and flames were spouting through those apertures； as well as through the ragged tear in the fuselage that now separated economy class from the forward section of the airliner。
Even as Jim uncoupled his seatbelt and got shakily to his feet； he saw seats catching afire on the starboard side。 Passengers over there were crouching or dropping down on their hands and knees to scramble under the spreading flames。
He stepped into the aisle； grabbed Holly； and hugged her as she struggled to her feet。 He looked past her at the Dubroveks。 Mother and child were uninjured； though Casey was crying。
Holding Holly by the hand； searching for the quickest way out； Jim turned toward the back of the aircraft and for a moment could not understand what he was seeing。 Like a voracious blob out of an old horror movie； an amorphous mass churned toward them from the hideously gouged and crumpled rear of the DC…10； black and billowy； devouring everything over which it rolled。 Smoke。 He hadn't instantly realized it was smoke because it was so thick that it appeared to have the substance of a wall of oil or mud。
Death by suffocation； or worse； lay behind them。 They would have to go forward in spite of the fire ahead。 Flames licked around the torn edge of fuselage on the starboard side； reaching well into the cabin； fanning across more than half the diameter of the sliced…open aircraft。
But they should be able to exit toward the port side； where no fire was yet visible。
〃Quick；〃 he said； turning to Christine and Casey as they came out of row sixteen。 〃Forward； fast as you can； go； go！〃 However； other passengers from the first six rows of the economy section were in the aisle ahead of them。 Everyone was trying to get out fast。 A valiant young flight attendant was doing what she could to help； but progress was not easy。 The aisle was littered with carry…on luggage； purses； paperback books； and other items that had fallen out of the overhead storage partments； and within a few shuffling steps； Jim's feet had bee entangled in debris。
The churning smoke reached them from behind； enfolded them； so pungent that his eyes teared at once。 He not only choked on the first whiff of fumes but gagged with revulsion； and he did not want to think about what might be burning behind him in addition to upholstery； foam seat cushions； carpet； and other elements of the aircraft's interior decor。
As the thick oily cloud poured past him and engulfed the forward section； the passengers ahead began to vanish。 They appeared to be stepping through the folds of a black velvet curtain。
Before visibility dropped to a couple of inches； Jim let go of Holly and clutched Christine's shoulder。 〃Let me take her；〃 he said； and scooped Casey into his arms。
A paper bag from an LAX giftshop was in the aisle at his feet。 It had burst open as people tramped across it。 He saw a white T…shirt…I LovE L。A： with pink and peach and pale…green palm trees。
He snatched up the shirt and pushed it into Casey's small hands。
Coughing； as was everyone around him； he said； 〃Hold it over your face； honey； breathe through it！〃 Then he was blind。 The foul cloud around him was so dark that he could not even see the child he was carrying。 Indeed； he could not actually perceive the churning currents of the cloud itself The blackness was deeper than what he saw when he closed his eyes； for behind his lids pinpoint bursts of color formed ghostly patterns that lit his inner world。
They were maybe twenty feet from the open end of the crash…severed fuselage。 He was not in danger of getting lost； for the aisle was the only route he could follow。
He tried not to breathe。 He could hold his breath for a minute； anyway； which ought to be long enough。 The only problem was that he had already inhaled some of the bitter smoke； and it was caustic； burning his throat as if he had swallowed acid。 His lungs heaved and his esophagus spasmed； forcing him to cough； and every cough ended in an involuntary though thankfully shallow inhalation。
Probably less than fifteen feet to go。
He wanted to scream at the people in front of him： move； damn you； move！ He knew they were stumbling forward as fast as they could； every bit as eager to get out as he was； but he wanted to shout at them anyway； felt a shriek of rage building in him； and he realized he was teetering on the brink of hysteria。
He stepped on several small； cylindrical objects； floundering like a man walking on marbles。 But he kept his balance。
Casey was wracked by violent coughs。 He could not hear her； but holding her against his chest； he could feel each twitch and flex and contraction of her small body as she struggled desperately to draw half filtered breaths through the I LovE L。A。 shirt。
Less than a minute had passed since he had started forward； maybe only thirty seconds since he had scooped up the girl。 But it seemed like a long journey down an endless tunnel。
Although fear and fury had thrown his mind into a turmoil； he was thinking clearly enough to remember reading somewhere that smo