“Can you close your tray ma’am? We’re going to be landing in just a few moments”
“Oh yes sorry was sleeping” Lissa answered glancing over at her husband.
“You’re always causing trouble aren’t you?” he said in a teasing voice
“Well not as much as……..”Lissa voice suddenly trailed off as an odd feeling washed over her. It was the same feeling she used to get when she worked for the radio station and stood under the big mast. As if there was something electric in the air, the hair on the nape of her neck stood on end and a shiver raced down her spine.
She looked over at her husband and saw he felt the change in the air too. Then all at once the cabin was filled with a great noise, as if someone had suddenly taken the planes jet engines off the wings and placed them in the aisle. Her hands shot up to the sides of her face pressing against her ears in a desperate attempt to block some of the noise.
For a moment it seemed as if she would go deaf as the noise rose to a roar and became a deafening blast of sound that shook the entire plane. Then just as suddenly as it started it was gone leaving only a faint ringing behind.
“What was that?”Lissa asked alarmed looking at the man beside her ”and who are you?”
“I don’t know but it sure was loud. My name’s….uh my name is…..uh” His brow wrinkled in concentration “I don’t know.” He finished with a perplexed look on his face “I mean I know I just can’t think of it. What’s your name?”
Lissa sat staring at the man beside her. She couldn’t remember, it was there niggling at the back of her mind a memory just out of reach. That was ridicoulous how in the world could you forget your own name? Yet she had. “I don’t know either”
She allowed her eyes to travel over the rest of the cabin and saw that everyone seemed to be looking around with a bewildered look of confusion she imagined mirrored her own expression very well. She tried once again to remember who she was.
She was on a plane and she was wearing dark jeans, a blue shirt with a black sweater over top and a pair of black leather shoes. She could feel two sets of earrings in her ears, a small silver medallion hung from a chain around her neck and on her left ring finger was a very shiny wedding band with an intricate pattern of swirls engraved along its surface.
She reached over to the man sitting beside her and took his left hand bringing it near to her own left hand and saw a matching and just as shiny band on his own ring finger.
“We’re married?” he asked
“I don’t know, maybe” She answered
