Robert W Haeussinger

No One Up Front Robert W Haeussinger

It's now ten o'clock at night. You've been sitting in an airport half way around the world for the better part of five hours, you're tired and angry. Your flight back to the States is delayed; it was slated to leave at 10:02. At 12:01 AM the plane finally backs away from the gate. For the next sixteen hours you'll be cooped up with one hundred and eighty eight other weary souls. You'll be spending nearly all the time over water. They never mentioned this was a pilotless flight. What could possibly go wrong and who's that guy sitting in 42A? You'll learn soon enough.