After a few moments, Mike turned back to Jack, his face reflecting astonishment. “That’s incredible. That woman looks exactly like your late wife,” he murmured. “But how is that possible?”. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking,” Jack replied, his voice barely above a whisper, lost in contemplation about the woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to his late wife.
Mike placed a reassuring hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I wish I could assist you with this, but someone has to handle the flight. How about you take a short break, and Thomas and I will manage the boarding process?” Mike suggested, signaling to the other pilot, Thomas, to step in. “We can talk more afterward.”