Now there is only enough fuel in the old Dakota’s last tank to fly for five or ten minutes more
Half an hour has passed, the strange black aeroplane is still there in front of me in the clouds
He is starting to go down, I should follow him.
A runway! An airport! I am safe!
Where is my friend in the black aeroplane? The sky is empty. There is nothing here. The black aeroplane is gone. I can not see it anywhere.
Another aeroplane? Up there in this storm? No other aeroplanes were flying tonight. Yours was the only one I could see on the radar
Where and who is the other pilot? I want to say Thank you.
So who helped me to arrive here safely without a compass or a radio, and without any more fuel in my tanks? Who was the pilot on the strange black aeroplane, flying in the storm, without lights?