When we had two hours of flying behind us, I breathed a sigh of relief; we had long left our home city, also nicknamed Rat City, behind for good.
Just…there was a voice, a whisper I couldn't shake off.
— You will get better no matter what, got it?
An unease started creeping up my spine. Unease from being in the sky, a spot reserved for birds that weren't threatened by gravity.
It was clouded outside, but here and there, stars shone upon us—watching us.
Inside the plane, there was dim lighting, and combined with the cozy seats and breathing bodies, it was an environment that invited relaxation.
So why am I...?
Caught in my usual dilemma, am I just being paranoid or scared of flying for the first time (since being a toddler), or is this a premonition?
And if it is, what exactly do I do?
Well, I have to make sure.
The moment I wanted to get my hands on the staff sergeant, my grandma, or Dr. Lawrence not far from me—on anybody—the dim light flickered.
— Don't forget.
