“Alright. Goodnight,” Captain Shah said, then shut off the radio and the plane’s transponder.

Shah’s first officer, Hamid, turned to him. “How long before anyone finds out?” he asked.

“Long enough.” They had just signed off with KUL and it would be minutes before SGN tried to pick them up. “Come left to 2-4-0.”

The pilots turned their yokes and the plane arced to port in a gentle descent. Shah mused on how lucky they were to have the conditions they had. The event would occur in the early hours, so using a redeye meant most of the passengers would be asleep. Still, he would have preferred a smaller craft, a 727 or an A320. Wormholes were notoriously difficult to predict and he wasn’t sure this one would be big enough to accept a 777, but he had to try.

Just before 3:00 AM, Hamid spotted it. “There!” He cried. A blossom of light appeared in the darkness over the Indian Ocean. The pilots corrected course toward it.

“It’ll good to be home,” Shah sighed.

The 777 flew into the light.

And vanished.