It didn't take much shaking.
Bethany drew on her cigarette, then grimaced. "Blick! It tastes like a Carlton, or something."
"Blow smoke in my face," Albert said.
"What?"
"You heard me. Blow some in my face."
She did as he asked, and Albert sniffed at the smoke. Its former sweet fragrance was now muted.
Whatever it is, it seems to be catching
CAUTION: TWO-WAY TRAFFIC AHEAD.
"I'm going back to the restaurant," Nick said. He looked depressed. "Yon Cassius has a lean and slippery feel. I don't like leaving him with the ladies for too long."
Brian started after him and the others followed. Albert thought there was something a little amusing about these tidal flows - they were behaving like cows which sense thunder in the air.
"Come on," Bethany said. "Let's go." She dropped her half-smoked cigarette into an ashtray and used Bob's handkerchief to wipe her eyes. Then she took Albert's hand.
They were halfway across the waiting room and Albert was looking at the back of Mr Gaffney's red shirt when it struck him again, more forcibly this time: TWO-WAY TRAFFIC AHEAD.
"Wait a minute!" he yelled. He suddenly slipped an arm around Bethany's waist, pulled her to him, put his face into the hollow of her throat, and breathed in deeply.
"Oh my! We hardly know each other!" Bethany cried. Then she began to giggle helplessly and put her arms around Albert's neck. Albert, a boy whose natural shyness usually disappeared only in his daydreams, paid no notice. He took another deep breath through his nose. The smells of her hair, sweat, and perfume were still there, but were faint; very faint.
They all looked around, but Albert had already let Bethany go and was hurrying back to the windows.
"Wow!" Bethany said. She was still giggling a little, and blushing brightly. "Strange dude!"
Albert looked at Flight 29 and saw what Brian had noticed a few minutes earlier: it was clean and smooth and almost impossibly white. It seemed to vibrate in the dull stillness outside.
Suddenly the idea came up for him. It seemed to burst behind his eyes like a firework. The central concept was a bright, burning ball; implications radiated out from it like fiery spangles and for a moment he quite literally forgot to breathe.
"Albert?" Bob asked. "Albert, what's wro - "
"Captain Engle!" Albert screamed. In the restaurant, Laurel sat bolt upright and Dinah clasped her arm with hands like talons. Craig Toomy craned his neck to look. "Captain Engle, come here!"
4
Outside, the sound was louder.
To Brian it was the sound of radio static. Nick Hopewell thought it sounded like a strong wind rattling dry tropical grasses. Albert, who had worked at McDonald's the summer before, was reminded of the sound of french fries in a deep-fat fryer, and to Bob Jenkins it was the sound of paper being crumpled in a distant room.
The four of them crawled through the hanging rubber strips and then stepped down into the luggage-unloading area, listening to the sound of what Craig Toomy called the langoliers.
"How much closer is it?" Brian asked Nick.
"Can't tell. It sounds closer, but of course we were inside before."
"Come on," Albert said impatiently. "How do we get back aboard? Climb the slide?"
"Won't be necessary," Brian said, and pointed. A rolling stairway stood on the far side of Gate 2. They walked toward it, their shoes clopping listlessly on the concrete.
"You know what a long shot this is, don't you, Albert?" Brian asked as they walked.
"Yes, but - "
"Long shots are better than no shots at all," Nick finished for him.
"I just don't want him to be too disappointed if it doesn't pan out."
"Don't worry," Bob said softly. "I will be disappointed enough for all of us. The lad's idea makes good logical sense. It should prove out... although, Albert, you do realize there may be factors here which we haven't discovered, don't you?"
"Yes."
They reached the rolling ladder, and Brian kicked up the foot-brakes on the wheels. Nick took a position on the grip which jutted from the left railing, and Brian laid hold of the one on the right.
"I hope it still rolls," Brian said.
"It should," Bob Jenkins answered. "Some - perhaps even most - of the ordinary physical and chemical components of life seem to remain in operation; our bodies are able to process the air, doors open and close."
"Don't forget gravity," Albert put in. "The earth still sucks."
"Let's quit talking about it and just try it," Nick said.
The stairway rolled easily. The two men trundled it across the