Anna finished most of a mitten before the pilot announced that they'd reached cruising altitude, thirty thousand feet.

"Looks like we've reached our cruising altitude," Mr. Benson informed her shortly afterwards.

"Yes," Mrs. Benson chimed in. "We're at thirty thousand feet."

Anna's heart ached with the weight of her love for them.

Seat 11E (Greg Mushroom)
Part Four: A Very Strange Prayer