" Stewardess!” She came running down the aisle, her face tightened with alarm. When she saw the look on his face, she stiffened in her tracks. “There’s a man out there! A man!” cried Wilson. “What?” Skin constricted on her cheeks, around her eyes. “Look, look!” Hand shaking, Wilson dropped back into his seat and pointed out the window. “He’s crawling on the—” The words ended with a choking rattle in his throat. There was nothing on the wing. "

― Richard Matheson , The Best of Richard Matheson