Winnie would be on that plane. "The S is silent. Just Evan. Why would you bump me? I was able to move my flight not fifteen minutes ago. How could it get overbooked so quickly?" He glared at the hostess. Then he noticed her eyes were wrong; they had a silvery sheen. He had thought it might be cataracts, but cataracts didn’t swirl. It was weird and a bit creepy. "Besides, no one is here."