For a few seconds, I thought she was dead... again!

For the second time in the past 5 years, I’ve had to fear for the life of my little-Air-France-air-hostess-sister.
First you hear about an Air France flight going down in Toronto. Then you ask yourself: "where did she say she'd go today?", while you’re still trying to figure this out, you feel your blood banging in you fingertips and toes and your heart ends up in your stomach area for a while. Finally you remember she had called in sick that day 'cause she'd just found out she was pregnant... again!