"Maybe it's a satellite train?" Maya suggested, though her voice lacked conviction.
The hum of the Boeing 787’s Rolls-Royce engines was a steady, comforting vibration through the soles of Captain Elias Thorne’s shoes. At 37,000 feet over the North Atlantic, the world was reduced to endless gradients of indigo and the soft, amber glow of the flight deck instruments. It was 2:40 AM. Most of the 280 passengers behind the cockpit door were asleep, chasing time zones on their way from London to New York. 2022---A--V--shaped-object-filmed-by-the-crew-of-an-airliner
Should the story focus on the of the footage? "Maybe it's a satellite train
"Too low for satellites. And they're holding formation relative to us," Elias noted. He keyed his microphone, switching to the oceanic frequency. "Gander Center, this is Global 442. Do you have any reported traffic in our vicinity, flight level 370 or above?" It was 2:40 AM