The Rapture Series
Why Do you Believe? What Do you Believe? How Do You Believe? Who Do You Believe?
“Reason to Believe”
Natszal: "Left" (1:1F-2)
“LEFT”
THE EARTH'S LAST DAYS
TIM LAHAYE & JERRY B. JENKINS
“Rayford, are we going to die?” “No,” he said. “That I'm sure of.” But he wasn't sure of anything. How could he know? He'd rather have faced an
engine fire or even an uncontrolled dive. A crash into the ocean had to be better
than this. How would he keep people calm in such a nightmare? By now keeping the cabin lights off was doing more harm than good, and he was glad to be able to give Hattie a specific assignment. “I don't know what I'm going to say,” he said, “but get the lights on so we can make an accurate record of who's here and who's gone, and then get more of those foreign visitor declaration forms.”
“For what?” “Just do it. Have them ready.” Rayford didn't know if he had done the right thing by leaving Hattie in charge of the
passengers and crew. As he raced up the stairs, he caught sight of another attendant backing out of a galleyway, screaming. By now poor Christopher in the cockpit was the only one on the plane unaware of what was happening. Worse, Rayford had told Hattie he didn't know what was happening any more than she did.
The terrifying truth was that he knew all too well. Irene had been right. He, and
most of his passengers, had been left behind.
CHAPTER TWO
CAMERON Williams had roused when the old woman directly in front of him called out to the pilot. The pilot had shushed her, causing her to peek back at Buck. He dragged his fingers through his longish blonde hair and forced a groggy smile. “Trouble, ma'am?”
“It's my Harold,” she said. Buck had helped the old man put his herringbone wool jacket and felt hat in the overhead bin when they boarded. Harold was a short, dapper gentleman in penny loafers, brown slacks, and a tan sweater-vest over a shirt and tie. He was balding, and Buck assumed he would want the hat again later when the air-conditioning kicked in.
“Does he need something?” “He's gone!” “I'm sorry?” “He's disappeared!” “Well, I'm sure he slipped off to the washroom while you were sleeping.” “Would you mind checking for me? And take a blanket.” “Ma'am?” “I'm afraid he's gone off naked. He's a religious person, and he'll be terribly
embarrassed.” Buck suppressed a smile when he noticed the woman's pained expression. He climbed over the sleeping executive on the aisle, who had far exceeded his limit of free drinks, and leaned in to take a blanket from the old woman. Indeed, Harold's clothes were in a neat pile on his seat, his glasses and hearing aid on top. The pant legs still hung over the edge and led to his shoes and socks. Bizarre, Buck thought. Why so fastidious? He remembered a friend in high school who had a form of epilepsy that occasionally caused him to black out when he seemed perfectly
conscious. He might remove his shoes and socks in public or come out of a washroom with his clothes open. “Does your husband have a history of epilepsy?” “No.” “Sleepwalking?” “No.” “I'll be right back.”
The first-class lavs were unoccupied, but as Buck headed for the stairs he found several other passengers in the aisle. “Excuse me,” he said, “I'm looking for someone.”
“Who isn't?” a woman said. Buck pushed his way past several people and found lines to the washrooms in business and economy. The pilot brushed past him without a word, and Buck was
soon met by the senior flight attendant. “Sir, I need to ask you to return to your seat and fasten your belt.” “I'm looking for—” “Everybody is looking for someone,” she said. “We hope to have some information
for you in a few minutes. Now, please.” She steered him back toward the stairs, then
slipped past him and took the steps two at a time. Halfway up the stairs Buck turned and surveyed the scene. It was the middle of the night, for heaven's sake, and as the cabin lights came on, he shuddered. All over the plane, people were holding up clothes and gasping or shrieking that someone was missing.
Somehow he knew this was no dream, and he felt the same terror he had endured awaiting his death in Israel. What was he going to tell Harold's wife? You're not the only one? Lots of people left their clothes in their seats?
As he hurried back to his seat, his mind searched its memory banks for anything he had ever read, seen, or heard of any technology that could remove people from their clothes and make them disappear from a decidedly secure environment. Whoever did this, were they on the plane? Would they make demands? Would another wave of disappearances be next? Would he become a victim? Where would he find himself?
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