<blockquote><div><cite>Gunther wrote:</cite>The sound of the engine's whining seemed to give way to the sound of screaming and shrieks. After a several seconds, it sounded as though the engines were no longer there. The droning noise had given way to silence. But there was no silence. The people were still screaming. Oxygen masks dropped from the overhead.<br/><br/>"اوه خدا!" Hamza bin Ahmadi Al Enezi muttered in Farsi. [Tr: Oh God!]</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Gwen grabbed for the mask and somehow managed to get it fastened around her head. From the corner of her eye she caught an ominous orange glow emanating in through the window coming from the starboard engine housing. At first she thought it was just a navigation light, but as her brain processed the electrical signals coming in off the retina she realised it was the glow from a fire. Cold panic ripped through her body at the realisation. A fire at 40,000ft was never good under any circumstances especially if it was attached to an aluminium tube with wings hurtling through the sky.<br/><br/>"Fire! Oh God fire! Oh Jesus, Jesus..."<br/><br/>If Gwen had time to reflect she would amuse herself with the fact that even though she was a devout atheist, at times of great danger she reverted to calling out the Lord's name in vain. With the loss of forward thrust, the aircraft started to dip downwards on a glide path to certain doom. To her surprise, all she could think about was who would feed her cat when she was gone. No one had a key to her house and Nibbles would likely go feral or find a new owner. She immediately resented the future owner of her beloved pet.<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with a gentleman seated a couple of rows behind the first class section. Unlike the majority of his counterparts, the man seemed to have a sense of calm about him. She wondered what he was thinking and if it was about a similarly irrelevant thing.