Owen sat slumped in his seat near the window. Outside, the Earth curved far below, wrapped in deep shadows, its poles glowing faintly. The cabin was nearly empty; just six passengers, half-asleep, strapped in. Owen stared into the abyss beyond the glass, haunted by the ghost of a girl he hadn’t seen in years. His breath slowed. His eyelids grew heavier, pulled down by exhaustion, weightlessness, and memory. His hand, resting over the photo in his coat pocket, twitched slightly. And then the hum of the engines faded. His fingers loosened on the photograph. And the world blurred into dream.