The narrator flew his old Dakota straight into the storm because the clouds looked like black mountains and he lacked fuel to go around them. Inside the clouds, everything turned suddenly black, and it was impossible to see anything outside.

The aeroplane jumped and twisted in the air. The narrator checked his instruments, but the compass was spinning round and round, and it was dead. The radio was also dead, and he could not contact Paris Control. He was lost in the storm.

Then, in the black clouds, he saw another aeroplane with no lights. The pilot of the black aeroplane turned towards him, waved, and signaled him to "Follow me." The narrator was glad to see another person and followed him like an obedient child.

With only five or ten minutes of fuel left, the narrator felt frightened again. However, he followed the strange aeroplane down through the storm. Suddenly, he emerged from the clouds to see a runway and landed safely. The mysterious black aeroplane had vanished, leaving him wondering who had saved him.