Mind Science

Engines roaring, with a few things left to say. The smell of fuel, hangs thick in the air. The runway underfoot. Rumbling with the weight of, and the noise from, the machine. Yelling down from the stairs. “Call me for a report about Willow!”. “Are you sure you don’t want to take her to Springs now?” “They want to keep her overnight to get her electrolytes up.”. The hallway and landing at the top of the stairs seem a distant way up. The scene is fading and the roar from the craft is louder. Another world. Time to go home.