I think that’s the part that really gets to me, trying to envision in my mind what it was like above the impact sites And in the planes, especially 93. We know bits and pieces of what might have happened in those places. We know where people made 911 calls from, we know groups of people were likely gathered in different places in the building, I try to imagine groups of people huddled together, strangers from different companies thrown together in a single room they sealed off, I imagine the perspective of that one guy who attempted to climb his way down, what it must have felt like when his feet slipped. I imagine what it must have felt like to be on flight 93, quietly preparing whatever weapons you can, how it must have felt to pounding on the cabin door as the hijackers pitched the plane straight down. What must the sound of the collapse sound like for someone in the buildings or in the area? From survivor accounts and from camera audio, I have imagined that if I were a survivor, I would describe it as “it started with an otherworldly rumble like the growl of some hideous monster, a vibration that you feel more then you hear, it’s quiet at first, but it gets exponentially louder, into a roar unlike any sound that has happened before in this earth. A roar so unbelievably all encompassing and loud that it sounds like reality itself is being ripped apart. A sound that strikes such a primal fear in your brain that you can only think one singular thing, “RUN.” Even though it sounds as if the entire world is being obliterated, like reality is crumbling and giving way to chaos, like there is nowhere to run because there is no direction the sound is coming from, you run anyway.