He has no way to know.

There is no cell service to warn him.

He is flying, right now, toward a version of the world that no longer contains the outcome he is counting on, and he will not discover it until it is far, far too late to do anything but face it.” I sat in the lounge, and I thought about that, and then I said the only thing I wanted from any of it.

“Make sure they record his face,” I said softly, “when he sees them.”