The plane shuddered. Outside her window, the sky rippled like water. The altimeter spun backward: 11,000… 9,000… 6,000. She wasn't descending—the ground was rising. No, the horizon was tilting. She was flying straight and level, but the world was turning sideways.
But what did it mean?
Her co-pilot, Marcus, frowned. "Ghost signal. Probably a ham radio prank." V2flyng danlwd mstqym