Flight 142 from La Guardia to Los Angeles in 1943 carries the fates of passengers and crew on an April day. Deborah is hurrying to marry David; Father Cobber, humiliated and bitter, is headed overseans; Arlene, who has brought but never fully paid for her rise to wealth and fashion -- not society -- heads into her latest affair with Chilean Ramon, whose soiled life in excuse enough for his careeer as gigolo; and the others all have definite reasons for travelling on this rush, non-sleeping flight. Storms drive them down and delay them at Nashville and Fort Worth and it is a storm again that sends them to their deaths, with Frank, the theif, left to minister to them before he too dies. A lyric touch to a modern morality tale, this underscores the emotional tensions and psychological roots adeptly.