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Evelyn looked at the other flight attendants； and a couple of them nodded。 〃I guess it wouldn't hurt if。 。 。〃
〃e on；〃 Jim said urgently。 〃We might not have much time。〃
He followed Evelyn out of the attendants' work area and into the starboard aisle in the economy…class section； heading forward。
The plane was rocked by an explosion。
Evelyn was thrown hard to the deck。 Jim pitched forward； too； grabbed at a seat to avoid falling atop the woman； overpensated and fell to one side instead； against a passenger； then to the floor； as the plane started to shimmy。 He heard lunch trays still crashing to the deck behind him； people crying out in surprise and alarm； and one thin short scream。 As he tried to scramble to his feet； the aircraft nosed down； and they started to lose altitude。
Holly moved forward from row seventeen； sat beside Christine Dubrovek； introduced herself as a friend of Steve Harkman's； and was nearly thrown out of her seat when a sickening shock…wave pumped through the aircraft。
It was followed a fraction of a second later by a solid thump； as if they had been struck by something。
〃Mommy！〃 Casey had been belted in her seat； even though the seatbelt signs were not on。 She was not thrown forward； but the storybooks on her lap clattered to the deck。 Her eyes were huge with fear。
The plane started to lose altitude。
〃Mommy？〃 〃It's okay；〃 Christine said； obviously struggling to conceal her own fear from her daughter。 〃Just turbulence； an air pocket。〃
They were dropping fast。
〃You're gonna be okay；〃 Holly told them； leaning past Christine to make sure the little girl heard her reassurances。 〃Both of you are going to be okay if you just stay here； don't move； stay right in these seats。〃
Knifing down。 。 。 a thousand feet。 。 。 two thousand。 。 。
Holly frantically belted herself in her seat。
。 。 。 three thousand。 。 。 four thousand。 。 。
An initial wave of horror and panic gripped the passengers。 But that was followed quickly by a breathless silence； as they all clung to the arms of their seats and waited to see if the damaged aircraft was going to pull up in time…or tip downward at an even more severe angle。
To Holly's surprise； the nose slowly came up。 The plane leveled off again。
A munal sigh of relief and a smattering of applause swept through the cabin。
She turned and grinned at Christine and Casey。 〃We're going to be all right。 We're all going to make it。〃
The captain came on the loudspeaker and explained that they had lost one of their engines。 They could still fly just fine on the remaining two； he assured them； though he suggested they might need to divert to a suitable airfield closer than O'Hare； only to be safe。 He sounded calm and confident； and he thanked the passengers for their patience； implying that the worst they would suffer was inconvenience。
A moment later Jim Ironheart appeared in the aisle； and squatted beside Holly。 A spot of blood glimmered at the corner of his mouth； he had evidently been tossed around a little。
She was so exhilarated； she wanted to kiss him； but she just said； 〃You did it； you changed it； you made a difference somehow。〃
He looked grim。 〃No。〃 He leaned close to her； put his face almost against hers； so they could talk in whispers as before； though she thought Christine Dubrovek must be hearing some of it。 He said； 〃It's too late。〃
Holly felt as if he had punched her in the stomach。 〃But we leveled off〃 〃Pieces of the exploding engine tore holes in the tail。
Severed most of the hydraulic lines。 Punctured the others。 Soon they won't be able to steer the airplane。〃
Her fear had melted。 Now it came back like ice crystals forming and linking together across the gray surface of a winter pond。
They were going down。
She said； 〃You know exactly what happened； you should be with the captain； not here。〃
〃It's over。 I was too late。〃
〃No。 Never…〃 〃Nothing I can do now。〃
〃But〃 A flight attendant appeared； looking shaken but sounding calm。
〃Sir； please return to your seat。〃
〃All right； I will；〃 Jim said。 He took Holly's hand first； and squeezed it。
〃Don't be afraid。〃 He looked past her at Christine； then at Casey。
〃You'll be all right。〃
He moved back to row seventeen； the seat immediately behind Holly。
She was loath to lose sight of him。 He helped her confidence just by being within view。
For twenty…six years； Captain Sleighton Delbaugh had earned his living in the cockpits of mercial airliners； the last eighteen as a pilot。
He had encountered and successfully dealt with a daunting variety of problems； a few of them serious enough to be called crises； and he had benefited from United's rigorous program of continuous instruction and periodic recertification。 He felt he was prepared for anything that could happen in a modern aircraft； but he found it difficult to believe what had happened to Flight 246。
After engine number two failed； the bird went into an unplanned descent； and the controls stiffened。 They managed to correct its attitude； however； and dramatically slow its descent。 But losing eleven thousand feet of altitude was the least of their problems。
〃We're turning right；〃 Bob Anilov said。 He was Delbaugh's first officer forty…three； and an excellent pilot。 〃Still turning right。
It's locking up； Slay。〃
〃We've got partial hydraulic failure；〃 said Chris Lodden； their flight engineer。 He was the youngest of the three and a favorite of virtually every female flight attendant who met him； partly because he was good…looking in a fresh…faced farmboy way； but largely because he was a little shy； which made him a novelty among the cocksure men on most flight crews。 Chris was seated behind Anilov and in charge of monitoring the mechanical systems。
〃It's going harder right；〃 Anilov said。
Already Delbaugh was pulling the yoke full aft； left wheel。 〃Damn。〃
Anilov said； 〃No response。〃
〃It's worse than a partial loss；〃 Chris Lodden said； tapping and adjusting his instruments as if he was having trouble believing what they were telling him。 〃How can this be right？〃 The DC…10 had three hydraulic systems； well…designed backup。 They couldn't have lost everything。 But they had。
Pete Yankowski…a balding； red…mustached flight instructor from the pany's training facility in Denver was riding with the crew on his way to visit his brother in Chicago。 As an OMCobserving member of the crew…he was in the fold…down jumpseat immediately behind Delbaugh； virtually peering over the captain's shoulder。 He said； 〃I'll go have a look at the tail； assess the damage。〃
As Yankowski left； Lodden said； 〃The only control we've got is engine thrust。〃
Captain Delbaugh had already begun to use it； cutting the power to the engine on the right； increasing it to the other…the port…engine in order to pull them to the left and out of their unwanted turn。 When they began to swing too far to the left； he would have to increase the power to the starboard engine again and bring them around that way a little。
With the flight engineer's assistance； Delbaugh determined that the outboard and inboard elevators on the tail were gone； dead； useless。 The inboard ailerons on the wings were dead。 The outboard ailerons were dead。
Same for the flaps and spoilers。
The DC…10 had a wingspan of over one hundred and fifty…five feet。
Its fuselage was a hundred and seventy feet long。 It was more than just an airplane。 It was literally a ship that sailed the sky； the very definition of a 〃jumbo jet；〃 and virtually the only way they now had to steer it was with the two General Electric/Pratt & Whitney engines。
Which was only a little better than a driver trying to steer a runaway automobile by leaning to one side and then to the other； desperately struggling to influence its course with his shifting weight。
A few minutes had passed since the tail engine exploded； and they were still aloft。
Holly believed in a god； not due to any life…altering spiritual experience； but largely because the alternative to belief was simply too grim。 Although she had been raised a Methodist and for a while toyed with the idea of conversion to Catholicism； she had never made u