Pushing the plastic shade up, I peered out the window. There was nothing but thick gray and white clouds like the smoke of burning leaves. I struggled against the effects of the Veil. The clouds tried to form themselves into shapes. What part of my subconscious was being dredged up? I didn’t want to know and pulled the shade down with a snap. We’d be on the ground in half an hour. I could hold out against the effects until then.