“Kelsey, any parents who would put their seventeen year old son and twenty one year old daughter on a plane without them would probably be pretty assured as to the safety of said plane.”

Kelsey wasn’t reassured, but bit her lip and watched Brian continue.

He approached the cabin door and peered through the peephole. His eyes widened as he saw strange men wrestling with the controls—definitely not the assigned pilots. They screamed at each other in some foreign language…

The plane rocked again, and he saw a fourth man, definitely not with them, who had taken the controls for a few desperate seconds. They drew their weapons and shot at the intruder. But the bullets just fell to the ground before reaching the man.

Brian shrank back as the seemingly indestructible man turned his gaze towards the peephole. The figure popped in front of Brian in a spark of light.

The last thing Kelsey saw before United Flight 93 collided with the earth was her brother vanishing in front of her eyes.