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In the high sky, within the clouds, an airplane was cutting through the mist, flying smoothly.
"Captain, my wife has prepared some supper. After we land, how about coming to my house for a meal?" the co-pilot chatted with the captain, who had been flying non-stop for almost half a month and was about to have a holiday.
"No problem." The captain nodded with a smile.
However, at that moment, the plane suddenly encountered turbulence and shook slightly.
"This area shouldn't have any air currents, right?" the captain's smile faded.
Yet, the co-pilot suddenly exclaimed, "What is that?"
"What's wrong?" the captain asked sternly.
"I... I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. I thought I saw... two people, standing on a sword, zipping by like a shooting star, gone in a flash..." the co-pilot muttered to himself. When he looked again, there was nothing, but he could have sworn he saw something, which left him filled with doubts and confusion.