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silence and the smell of fear permeated the air. Now there wasn't a sleeping eye in the entire cabin.
    Her heart pounded louder. And just when she was about to lose faith in her own calming words that she had said to the college students, the man whose foot she had saved struggled to make his way up the aisle toward her. The force was pulling him back so hard that he had to grab onto the back of each seat to keep his balance. When he finally made his way to her, he reached out and took her hand and lifted her off of the floor.
    â€œTh-thank you, sir,” she said, rubbing her head.
    â€œOne good turn deserves another,” he replied shakily while holding onto the seat back. His dark eyes kept rapidly moving back and forth as if he wasn't sure what direction he should take. The jerky movements of the plane bounced him up and down, making him look like a neatly dressed pogo stick on top of a pair of stilts.
    â€œHow's your head?”
    Hopefully, it's a concussion so I can forget about this nightmare and take some time off. “Just a little bump. Nothing serious, though.”
    â€œYou may need to get it looked at, just to make sure.” Suddenly the bumpiness came to a sudden halt and the plane started to ascend.
    â€œLadies and gentleman, this is Captain Douglas. I apologize for that bumpy ride. We ran into a few unanticipated storm clouds. They've moved to the north and we anticipate smooth flying from here on out…”
    â€œLike I was saying…I'll be fine,” Dee said, as a look of relief spread across her face and her voice returned to normal.
    â€œFlight attendants, prepare the cabin for landing.” The captain's voice rang loudly through the intercom.
    â€œWell, that's my cue, you better get back to your seat,” Dee said as she tried to manage a warm smile. Other than the fact that he could probably sleep through a tornado, he seems like a nice guy, Dee thought as he smiled back at her.
    Now that the flight was about to land, Dee didn't miss a beat as she walked down the aisles checking seat backs and collecting empty cups. She made her way back to the college students who also had a tremendous look of gratefulness. Tracey had already unbuckled her seat belt and was getting up. “Auntie Dee! Thank you.” Dee pointed to the seat belt sign and winked.
    â€œOops! I'm sorry.”
    â€œOne thrown flight attendant is enough.” Dee laughed. “Your mother would have a fit if you got hurt—and especially on one of my flights!”
    Tracey's face became a little flush from embarrassment. “I know.”
    â€œWhat were you doing in Salt Lake City?”
    â€œMimi has an aunt who lives out there,” she said, pointing to her friend sitting next to her. “We just hung out with her aunt for a few days. “Mimi, this is my Auntie Dee.”
    â€œThis is your aunt? Miss Dee, thank you.”
    â€œNo need to thank me, Mimi. I'm just glad you are okay.”
    â€œAnd that's our friend Jackson,” Tracey said, pointing to the young man with the MP3 player.
    â€œYeah, nice meeting you, and thank you. We didn't know what hit us,” Jackson chimed in as he pulled his headphones out from underneath his seat.
    â€œSee, I told you everything would be fine,” Dee said, relieved that everything really did work out okay.
    â€œNow, you know that since we're landing you can't play that—”
    â€œDon't worry, ma'am. I've learned my lesson. It's going in my carry-on.”
    â€œAuntie Dee,” Tracey interrupted, “do you think you'll have some time to talk when we land?”
    â€œI'm headed onto Miami after we land, but I'll be back in Atlanta in three days. Why don't you give me a call or text me, so we can catch up, okay?”
    Tracey let out a long sigh. “Okay.”
    Dee smiled, but she could see there was something pressing on Tracey's mind. She glanced out of the window and saw the plane headed for touchdown and