"No kidding," Casey said. She recognized the woman she had interviewed in the hospital. What was her name? She had it in her notes.
Beside her at the console, Harmon shifted his leg, grunted. "That'll teach me," he said.
"What's that?"
"Not to ski black-diamond runs in chowder."
Casey nodded, kept her eyes on the video monitor. The camera panned back to the sleeping baby again, then blurred, before turning black. Harmon said, "Guy couldn't turn off the camera."
The next image showed glaring daylight. The baby was sitting up, smiling. A hand came into the frame, wiggling to get the baby's attention. The man's voice said, "Sarah ... Sar-ah ... Smile for Daddy. Smi-le..."
The baby smiled and made a gurgling sound
"Cute kid," Harmon said.
On the monitor, the man's voice said, "How does it feel to be going to America, Sarah? Ready to see where your parents are from?"
The baby gurgled and waved her hands in the air, reaching for the camera.
The woman said something about everybody looking weird, and the lens panned up to her. The man said, "And what about you, Mom? Are you glad to be going home?"
"Oh, Tim," she said, turning her head away. "Please."
"Come on, Em. What are you thinking?"
The woman said, "Well, what I really want - what I have dreamed about for months - is a cheeseburger."
"With Xu-xiang hot bean sauce?"
"God no. A cheeseburger," she said, "with onions and tomatoes and lettuce and pickles and mayonnaise."
Now the camera panned back down to the kid, who was tugging her foot into her mouth, slobbering over her toes.
'Taste good?" the man said, laughing. "Is that breakfast for you, Sarah? Not waiting for the stewardess on this flight?"
Abruptly, the wife jerked her head around, looking past the camera. "What was that?" she said in a worried tone.
'Take it easy, Em," the man answered, still laughing.
Casey said, "Stop the tape."
Harmon hit a key. The image froze on the wife's anxious expression.
"Run it back five seconds," Casey said.
The white frame counter appeared at the bottom of the screen. The tape ran backward, streaking jags again.
"Okay," Casey said. "Now turn the sound up."
The baby sucked its toes, the slobbering so loud, it almost sounded like a waterfall. The hum inside the cabin became a steady roar. 'Taste good?" the man said, laughing very loudly, his voice distorted. "Is that breakfast for you, Sarah? Not waiting for the stewardess on this flight?"
Casey tried to listen between the man's sentences. To hear the sounds of the cabin, the soft murmur of other voices, rustle of fabric moving, the intermittent clink of knives and forks from the forward galley...
And now something else.
Another sound?
The wife's head jerked around. "What was that?"
"Damn," Casey said.
She couldn't be sure. The roar of ambient cabin sound drowned out anything else. She leaned forward, straining to hear.
The man's voice broke in, his laugh booming: 'Take it easy, Em."
The baby giggled again, a sharp earsplitting noise.
Casey was shaking her head in frustration. Was there a low-pitched rumble or not? Perhaps they should go back, and try to hear it again. She said, "Can you put this through an audio filter?'
The husband said, "We're almost home, honey."
"Oh my God," Harmon said, staring at the tape.
On the monitor, everything seemed to be crazy angles. The baby slid forward on the mother's lap; she grabbed at the kid, clutched it to her chest. The camera was shaking and twisting. Passengers in the background were yelling, grabbing the armrests, as the plane went into a steep descent.
Then the camera twisted again, and everybody seemed to sink in the seats, the mother slumping down under the G-force, her cheeks sagging, shoulders falling, baby crying. Then the man shouted, "What the hell?" and the wife rose into the air, restrained only by the seat belt.
Then the camera flew up in the air, and there was an abrupt, crunching sound, after which the image began to spiral rapidly. When the image became steady again, it showed something white, with lines. Before she could register what it was, the camera moved and she saw an armrest from below, fingers gripping the pad. The camera had fallen in the aisle and was shooting straight up. The screams continued.
"My God," Harmon said again.
The video image began to slide, gaining speed, moving past seat after seat. But it was going aft, she realized: the plane must be climbing again. Before she could get her bearings, the camera lifted into the air.
Weightless, she thought. The plane must have reached the end of the climb, and now it was nosing over again, for a moment of weightlessness before -
The image crashed down, twisting and tumbling rapidly. There was a thunkl and she glimpsed a blurred gaping mouth, teeth. Then it was moving again, and apparently landed on a seat. A large shoe swung toward the lens, kicked it.
The image spun rapidly, settled again. It was back in the aisle, facing the rear of the plane. The briefly steady image was horrifying: arms and legs stuck out into the aisle from the rows of seats. People were screaming, clutching anything they could. The camera immediately began to slide again, this time forward.