Brian Robeson Stared Out The Window Of The Small Plane at the endless green northern wilderness below.it was a small plane,a Cessna 406-a bush plane-and the engine was so loud,so roaring and consuming and loud,that it ruined any chance for conversation.Not that he had much to say .He was thirteen and the only passengers on the plane was a pilot named what was it? Jim or jake or someone who was in his mid-forties and who had been silent Brian had come to the small airport in Hampton,New York to meet the plane-driven by his mother-the pilot had only spoken five words to him ' Get in the copilots seat'Which Brian had done