Carolyn lay down; she closed her eyes against the memory of Martin's kicked-puppy-that-fell-in-a-freezing-cold-lake look. He had been getting thinner recently, and those mood swings… No. She wasn't going to feel guilty. Martin agreed to nothing when he signed the contract, and she could always double it.
She wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep, but she was woken by a pressure dipping the mattress at her side.
Her eyes blinked open and found the source of the disturbance. "Karl?" she questioned.
The ATC smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's me."
Carolyn was suddenly very aware she was only in a nightie. "What on earth are you doing here?"
"A friendly warning," Karl stated.
"What warning?"
"Tonight you will be visited by three spirits. Don't worry, they aren't dead. But one isn't in much better of a condition than you're plane…"
"Excuse you. And why would I worry?"
"They are rather… familiar."
"What do you –?"
"Alpha Romeo Tango Hotel Uniform Romeo; you are cleared," and with that, Karl vanished.