Clearly, the prolonged turbulence was getting to them.
As for me, my mind was preoccupied with the fact that I hadn't petted Bobby, my cat, before leaving the house. I hadn't hugged him or kissed him.
He would be waiting for me at the door, staring intently at the keyhole, not moving or sleeping...
Even if Conrad was at home, Bobby knew he didn't like him and wouldn't go near him. He wouldn't rest until he saw me.
...
My fingers clenched involuntarily.
People say that right before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But my memory hadn't even started flashing, and here I was, about to die?
I stayed in that man's arms for what felt like an eternity, long enough to believe we had encountered some disaster.
Then, I heard a soothing baritone voice. "Don't be afraid. It's alright. I'm here; nothing will happen to you..."
The voice came again and again, sounding distant and unreal.
In a daze, I lifted my head and looked at him through blurry eyes.
For a moment, Conrad's familiar face overlapped with the man's in front of me.
The terror of surviving a near-death experience overwhelmed me, and I buried myself in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.