The sun beat down against his pale face and the light breeze swept away all the worries that had once been with him. Well, except one. Jackson’s light eyes fluttered open and took in the exotic land around him. Where was he?
I blinked. The sky was dark. I could see the endless waving grass. The wreckage of the Boulton Paul Defiant was scattered around the field where I lay, and the bomb parts looked like dead bodies around me.