"You can't write about that anymore,"

  people were told once they'd paid for their travel and boarded the planes.  Some people tried to get off of the planes sensing the absolute danger. 

  "Heard he slept with a Kpopper." 

  "He did not," his mother held up a little red flag.  A stewardess tried to unbuckle the flight attendant seat belt and found it magnetized or glued (i)clicked(i).  One still standing came out of the cockpit and locked the bathroom door lock quickly transferred to protect the pilots.  She put the key down in her bra. 

  A man visibly shaking stood and faced the people behind him.  "Who here has been writing for magazines?" Another man stood and clipped a badge that read, LAWYER, to his suitcoat outer pocket. 

  A woman on a gurney cried out in pain. 

  Another woman with a face so swollen, black and blue, and blood coming out of crevices, that people winced and oh'd and broke into whimpering said, "I just need you all to see me and then," people started to get up and move towards her mostly because she was near an open door and the plane had started down the runway, "Then I am taking two aspirin and resting."  She sat down and a friend-for-life put a grocery paper bag over her head.