“But the weirdest thing was,” Joe continued, sitting on the couch, “when the plane landed, there was no one on board.”
“Okay, stop,” Louis said, shoveling dinner onto their respective plates. “This already sounds like the plot from The Langoleirs and you know how I feel about Stephen King. If this is leading up to one big Stephen King troll, you’re going to wake up with boiling ravioli in your sheets.”
“Hey, come on, bro, I’m serious! I watched that entire thing from the window. Cops went into the plane, they came out, no one came with them.”
“And the pilot?”
“I could see that clearest of all. No one was sitting in that cockpit. You think it had something to do with… you know, all that stuff earlier today?”
Louis looked at his calendar. December 21st, 2012.