At 10,000 meters, the captain announced their impending arrival in Phoenix and that the plane was preparing to descend.
"Brother Jun, what's he jabbering on about?" a kid next to Song Jun asked inside the cabin, pointing forward.
Song Jun gripped the armrests tightly, his face pale.
He pressed his lips together, fighting to keep his stomach from churning.
It was the first time in his life he'd realized that he didn't just get motion sickness on trains, but on planes as well.
Just then, a skinny, dark-skinned teenager a few rows ahead piped up, "Doesn't the United States have some kind of statue? You know, a lady holding... something. Will we be able to see it when the plane lands?"
"Wang Shen, switch seats with me. I gotta see it."
He started to get up as he spoke.
A flight attendant quickly got up from a distance and hurried over, gesturing for him to stop.
He couldn't understand her and muttered, "What's this lady saying?"
