Page 94 of Here One Moment

“What are you two looking at?” he says, a little roughly. “What’s going on?”

Both men look up from their phones, both of them shove their phones guiltily into their jeans pockets, the dents of their dimples still visible in their unsmiling cheeks.

“It’s nothing, Dad,” says Callum.

“It’s something,” says Max. “Is it to do with your mother? Is it another—?”

Death. He means, Is it another death?

“No,” says Callum. “Definitely not. Nobody else has died.”

“Someone has set up a page on social media,” says his brother. “That’s all. For passengers who were on that flight.”

“That’s a good idea,” says Sue. She holds out her hand. “Let me seeit.”

“It’s not that interesting.”

“So there has been another death?” says Sue.

“No,” says Callum. He grimaces. “It’s just that she’s correctly predicted someone’s diagnosis.”

“Another lucky guess, that’s all that is!” says Max.

“Unlucky guess,” murmurs Sue as her grandson, sensing tension, slithers off her lap and toddles off to find a parent.

Sue licks her finger and wipes away the sticky patch he left on her cheek. “Let me see.”

Callum hands her his phone. Max and Sue both put on their glasses and read:

This page is for passengers, and their concerned loved ones, who traveled on the delayed flight from Hobart to Sydney on Friday, April 21, this year and may have been approached by a psychic offering to predict their “cause and age of death.”

“Well, she didn’t offer to predict,” says Sue. “She just did it.”

Max grunts in agreement.

Since the tragic deaths of Kayla Halfpenny, Dr. Barbara Bailey, and Dr. Brian Bailey were correctly predicted by the psychic, we are interested in gathering information about the experiences of other passengers. We are also interested in tracing the psychic herself. If you have any information in this regard, or if you took photos or recorded footage, please post below, or if you prefer, contact us privately.

“Let me see who set up the page,” says Sue, going to the “About Us” section. “Such a good idea.”

“Doesn’t matter,” mutters Max.

“Just curious,” says Sue. “Oh, would you look at that, it’s the bride and the young mother! They must have teamed up. That’s nice. Young women are such go-getters.”

“Thanks, Mum,” says her youngest son.

“Well, you’re a go-getter too, darling,” says Sue. (He’s really not. He skates by on his looks.)

“Sue, let me see the posts,” says Max.

They read the first one together.

My six-year-old son was an unaccompanied minor on this flight and the airline did nothing to protect him from this deranged woman. The Death Lady told him he would live until he was ninety-four. He now truly believes himself to be invincible, and is taking unacceptable risks on a daily basis. He recently BROKE HIS ARM (see photo) while doing dangerous parkour moves in the school playground. He informed me this morning he is taking up BASE JUMPING as soon as he is old enough. This is a DIRECT RESULT of the airline’s negligence.

Sue chuckles when she sees the accompanying photo of a little boy sitting on a hospital bed with a broken arm. He looks both ecstatic and wicked. She can well believe he’s a future base jumper.

“Oh, well, that’s kind of funny,” she says.

“Not really,” says Max. “Poor kid broke his arm.”

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