She Was Asleep in Row 12, When the Captain Asked, Is There a Pilot On Board?
At 30,000 feet, the cabin of the Airbus was hushed and dim, a soft twilight broken only by the occasional flash of distant lightning. Most passengers were dozing through the long-haul monotony—earbuds in, neck pillows on, dreams drifting somewhere above the clouds. In row 12, seat F, a young woman slept curled against the window,…