She didn’t watch them climb into the aircraft, but then she looked up in time to set; them appear in the cockpit. Sam settled into the pilot’s couch. As he went through the motions the aircraft engines revved, twirling the props faster and faster until the low-slung body lifted from the field. Then the plane cleared the trees, the nacelles rotating to bring the props down for horizontal flight. The craft disappeared into the night, its sound fading as it drew further away.