er, ladies and gentlemen, as you may be aware, we’re having some small technical problems up here, hopefully have them sorted soon though… maybe… andrew looked at kyle, kyle looked back, then they looked round at the other passengers… everyone looked worried… the cabin light flickered then came back on… once again the intercom crackled… er ladies and gentlemen, looks like we got the gremlins under control, should be trouble free for the rest of the flight… an immediate wave of relief swept through the cabin, the stewardesses brought drinks round for all the passengers, kyle and andrew sighed and flopped back into their seats, i’m gonna take a nap, said kyle… ok cool, said andrew, i’ll just sit here and chill…
andrew stared out of the window, it had started raining and he watched the drops lashing over the wing… just then there was a flash of lightning, it made him jump… he stared out onto he wing… WHAT THE… he thought to himself… what the hell is that… it’s moving… he cupped his hands round his eyes and stared and stared… he could see a shadowy figure on the wing reaching over toward the engine… he turned, white faced to kyle and shook him awake… kyle, quick!, wake up! said andrew.... kyle lifted his eye mask and looked sleepily toward andrew… what… he said… kyle, theres a MAN ON THE WING!… said andrew… kyle paused for a moment to digest what he had just been told… he pulled his eyemask slowly back down, he muttered, you’ve lost it johnston… andrew ripped off the mask, LOOK! he said LOOK… kyle wearily looked out the window… see? see? said andrew… kyle stared out… oh ye, he replied, there he is… and oh look, theres his wife, and his kids, and look, lord lucan and jimmy hoffa are over there too… he looked back in, i think you need some soup or a catnap or something… he grabbed his mask and placed it back on, now, let me get some sleep…
andrew pull the blind down on his window and sat back into his chair, he pulled his seatbelt round and clipped it on, pulling it tightly… maybe kyle is right, he thought, i have been a little tired lately, maybe a nice sleep will do me good… he settled down for a catnap… suddenly the cabin lights flickered… he jumped awake again, he looked at the window, the shutter was still firmly down, open it, open it… a little voice kept saying in his head… no, don’t! said another little voice… the monster is out there! for five long minutes he had this little war of words in his head… tentatively, he placed his hand on the window blind… and lifted it slowly… pressed against the window was a grotesque face… it stared at andrew, then backed away… in it’s hands it held a bunch of cables that it was waving gleefully…
kyle was having a blissful dream, he was standing on the America’s Got Talent stage, Piers and the Hoff were gushing comments about his joyful singing… suddenly, the loudest, higest pitched scream he ever heard nearly blew his eardrums out....