Michael Thexton

And there were some nasty injuries from that.

I landed in a heap on the ground, scratched my elbow on the tarmac, picked myself up and ran away.

Again, I can remember looking back at the plane as I was running away from it, thinking, I'm going to wake up in a minute.

I'll be back on the plane.

This is the dream.

That's the reality.

I can't possibly not be on that plane.

And somebody said, oh, follow me.

And we ran through a gap in the buildings and found ourselves in an enclosed courtyard, you know, like a nightmare with the bogeymen behind us.

And we all piled into a store cupboard through a doorway.

I must have been first in because I ended up sitting against the back wall with a little flight attendant sitting on my feet.

And she turned to me and she said, I'm very sorry.

I'm pissing in my panties.

And I said, help yourself.

You know, no problem.

And we sat there, I don't know, for half an hour, hour, some time, listening to noises which we could not interpret outside, but basically not really wanting anybody to come and knock on the door, particularly anybody in a security guard's uniform.

But eventually, somebody came and hammered on the door.

We opened the door, and it was the real army.

And they took us back to the terminal building, which was chaos, really.

Three of the hijackers...