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the rear of the plane ended.
    Greg had to find out what was going on.
    No sooner had he reached for the cockpit door in an attempt to unlock it, Marion flung herself at him, begging Greg not to go. In his mind, what could possibly be so wrong? Did this passenger get out of control? If this ‘Dr. Hans Riesman’ was violent, then Greg figured he’d be best to go back there. After all, he was a big guy.
    After saying, “Good God, woman, what is wrong with you?” he pushed her aside.
    The second he opened the cockpit door he heard the yelling, screaming and crying. He honestly debated on whether to turn back around, but Marion slammed the cockpit door.
    He had to move ahead.
    From the cockpit to the passenger section was short. One or two slow steps into his journey he could see commotion. Just as he reached the passenger area, a woman sprung into his view. Her face was desperate, her voice graveled with fear. “Help me,” she said to him.
    Greg didn’t get to register the plea before she was yanked from sight. Blood shot outward describing an arch over the open doorway.
    She must have gathered some strength, because her bloodied hand gripped Greg and in one final plea, she cried out for help again.
    Greg tried. He did. However, he didn’t realize he engaged in a tug of war. The moment he pulled her, a man with pasty white skin and eyes of death snarled at him, widened his mouth, and lunged his teeth into the woman while pulling her toward himself.
    When that happened, the passenger area came into complete focus.
    It was deadly pandemonium.
    People ran, screamed, and fought. Blood smeared the walls, windows.
    They attacked one another. As if his eyes were a camera, they automatically zoomed to the back.
    The Captain.
    He could still see the tendons from the Captain’s neck dangling like spaghetti in the mouth of a young boy who hovered protectively over the Captain’s dead body, like a lioness devouring her prey.
    Twenty seconds. That was all Greg was in that hallway … maybe. But it seemed like forever.
    When he whispered out a ‘Dear God’, he was spotted, and three or four of the passengers who had turned into madmen, raged toward him.
    Greg turned and bolted.
    Locked.
    “Marion! Let me in. Please.”
    He pounded on the door, all while peering over his shoulder. “Please.”
    They were at the edge of the short hall; they fought against each other to squeeze through.
    “Marion! For the love of God!” His hand slammed against the door.
    One man emerged victoriously in the struggle to gain access to that hall and to Greg. He was younger, twenty maybe, wearing a New York Islander Hockey Jersey that was soaked with fresh blood. He leapt into the hall, free from the other two, and paused, almost tauntingly before Greg. Arms extended, he opened his mouth rolling his head side to back to side before snapping his view straight at Greg and growling like a demon.
    Greg pounded frantically at the door and the young man charged.
    Marion opened the door just enough, Greg edged through, locking it just as something ‘slammed’ loudly against it from the other side.
    The banging continued, growing louder and with intensity.
    Greg didn’t say anything to Marion, he just resumed his seat and grabbed for the radio. Three or four tries later, he succeeded in putting it on and was ready to radio Berlin.
    “What are you doing?” Marion asked.
    “I’m calling for help and getting permission to land.”
    “We’re supposed to be landing already. Just get the normal clearance.”
    “Are you joking?” Greg snapped. “You saw what’s happening back there. Dear God, what caused that? ”
    “I don’t know, but you can’t tell them.”
    “What?” Greg laughed in disbelief. “I have to.”
    “No.” Marion beckoned. “If you tell them about this, they’ll never let us land.”
    “That’s preposterous.”
    “Think about it.” Marion cringed with the bangs and groans outside the cockpit. “We don’t know what caused