"Folks, this is Captain Richards," a Texan accented man's voice said. "We're heading into a bit of bad weather, and I'll be turning on the Fasten Seatbelt sign. We'd appreciate if you would stay in your seats until we pass through it."
He flipped the switch, turning off the address system, and turned to his co-pilot, who was looking at the weather radar data. There were two storm systems brewing, and to avoid them, they would have to fly a path through the middle of them, and hope that they didn't converge.
In the rear galley, Alyssa sighed. People always got cranky when they couldn't leave their seats. And expected turbulence meant they would have to delay beverage service. She called up to the front, where her colleague was stationed, after which she sat down in the jump seat to wait. At least she could get off her feet.
Matt Cameron continued reading through the papers he'd brought from work. He was on vacation, or he would be when he landed. His wife, Rachel, was looking through a romance novel. The two kids both had tablets and headphones, and were watching movies their parents had loaded for the circumstance.
The plane, a relatively new jet, had 2 seats on one side, and 3 on the other. However, many of the middle seats on the 3-seater side were empty.
Suddenly, the plane shook. Most of the passengers barely paid attention, engrossed in entertainment, sleeping, or just disinterested.
