“You’ve had a day. Has anything about this started ringing any bells? Anything at all?”
To Joe’s dismay, everyone shook their heads. Deflated, he slumped further back, resting his head against the wall behind him.
“To be fair, I can’t even remember last night,” said Jonesy, who had run straight back to his room once the fracas with Steve Carter and his friends had begun. He sat on the couch next to Quinn, slouched down with his chin resting on his chest.
“You don’t count,” said Nick as he paced in a small circle. Zack and Game, sitting in their desk chairs, followed his nervous motion with their eyes. “Maybe only things that are about to happen resonate.” He pointed at Carlos, sitting next to Joe on one bed. “Like, maybe Joe resonated with you because you were about to meet him anyway.”
Carlos shrugged. “Could be.”
“I still think this is really cool,” said Jonesy. He was holding a can of Mountain Dew which he sipped from periodically with a loud slurp.
“Kind of,” said Quinn. “But it’s also pretty weird.”
“So I’ve thought of some plans,” said Zack. “I don’t know about you guys, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything else at all today.”
“I hear you,” said Joe. His day was a blur. He returned to Delino’s class with Nick, but they sat in the back with their heads down, no jokes and no participation. His English class was much the same. Afterwards, he skipped his appointment with his advisor to change classes without giving her notice; he felt bad about it, but not so bad that he lost focus of the three-thousand people soon to die.
“I still don’t see why we don’t just call the government,” said Jonesy. “I mean, we might get arrested or whatever, but we’d save everybody.”
“We’ve gone over that,” said Joe, “I think we need to stop them in the act.”
“So they can’t regroup,” said Zack, nodding. “Which brings me to my two best ideas. Number one, we get on the planes and fight the hijackers. If they do it like you say, with box cutters and the element of surprise, enough of us will be able to stop them from even getting in the cockpit.”
“And there’s the rub,” said Joe. “‘Enough of us.’”
“What if we get some other guys?” said Zack. “Big dudes from the team–”
“No,” said Nick. “No, no, no. We can’t tell anybody else. This has already gotten pretty ridiculous.”
“Let the man finish,” said Game.
Zack raised a hand. “There’s, what, nineteen of these guys? Twenty? If we only have one or two of us per plane, our chances are much worse.”
“Element of surprise,” said Quinn. “Joe said one of the planes was brought down in the countryside somewhere.”
“Pennsylvania,” said Joe.
Quinn nodded. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’d like to get out of this alive.”
Zack nodded. “Same here. Which brings me to idea number two: we stop them before they get on the planes.”
Joe snapped his fingers and pointed at Zack. “You took the words out of my mouth. That’s the only viable way to do this, isn’t it? Get all flights grounded.”
“Easier said than done, right?” said Jonesy, slurping more soda. “I love a challenge.” Continue reading “Reset: Chapter 26: Friday, September 7, 2001 (1)”