The plane took off, and the first half of the trip went fairly smoothly, but for some turbulence... but as our landing site finally became distantly visible, I couldn't help feeling a sharp surge of tense apprehension. Some instinct was warning me of impending danger, but from whom? I looked around the cabin at the other handful of passengers; they seemed just as tense as I felt.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a trio of ****roaches scuttle in a 'v' formation from under the seat. Huh. Not normal.
Somebody else was in morph on the plane with us, but we had the temporary advantage: not only was I aware of their presence, but they would have to demorph first before they could morph into something dangerous. By that time, I could be well on my way to something similarly dangerous.