Alex walked over to Simo and Kary, introducing himself to the man, who didn't look much older than twenty-one. They proceeded aboard the aircraft, and a crew of four men loaded their luggage into the back of the plane, where David was still working.
The crew gave him strange looks as he worked tirelessly on the table, but he ignored them. He was expecting such gazes, given his skin was slowly turning deathly pale.
In time, he expected to look just as white as his death knight, and knew this would attract attention.
He hardly cared about it, though. People could look all they wanted.
His job wasn't to be the face of salvation. Only to save them.
There wasn't much to load, and so the crew quickly left the cargo area, leaving David isolated with his thoughts. The other passengers of the plane were up front, engaging in small talk, getting to know each other, for those who had never met.
